The wind has smashed my chair, so I carry my coffee up behind the barn to watch the woodcock circling in the dawn sky. A satellite flares.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: March 2008
Windy and cold. The last three dots...
Windy and cold. The last three dots of snow visible from the porch have disappeared in the night. Overhead, a small window opens onto blue.
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Hours of hard rain have brought out...
Hours of hard rain have brought out the green in tree trunks and branches, in laurel leaves, in moss. Even the fog has a slight green cast.
Tagged fog, mountain laurel
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One degree above freezing, and something...
One degree above freezing, and something part-way between rain and snow is coming down, already half-melted, making an audible shush.
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First crystal-clear morning in weeks...
First crystal-clear morning in weeks. I sit watching the sunlight move through the trees and a distant jet trailed by nothing but its roar.
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Yellow sun in an overcast sky: how...
Yellow sun in an overcast sky: how is this possible? It lasts for a couple minutes before fading into a bright smudge in a net of branches.
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Bare ground now predominates in the...
Bare ground now predominates in the woods, and the ditches are loud with snowmelt. Two gangs of crows meet in the air, yelling, circling.
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A heavy inversion layer—I have quarry...
A heavy inversion layer—I have quarry trucks for company this morning. Over the roar, from the corner of the field, the first singing robin.
Sunrise. I’m in a staring contest...
Sunrise. I’m in a staring contest with a groundhog who just emerged from under the house. I blink, and he disappears. A piercing whistle.
Last night, I almost stepped on the...
Last night, I almost stepped on the porcupine—it could barely walk. This morning, on the cherry tree beside the porch, bright yellow wounds.
Tagged cherry tree, porcupine
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