Botanically speaking, I’m sitting in Europe, staring at the New World. Over there it’s still mostly brown, and the birds sing more quietly.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: April 2008
Cold. A chipmunk’s steady tick...
Cold. A chipmunk’s steady tick. When I go back in, a half-dozen cherry petals precede me—random dance steps on the cherry-stained floor.
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Morning like a tinted photo. Wood thrush...
Morning like a tinted photo. Wood thrush song, the susurration of rain, a greenish-yellow haze of oak blossoms merging with the clouds.
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Overcast and cold. The porch and yard...
Overcast and cold. The porch and yard are aglow with cherry blossoms, blown down by yesterday’s storms. A catbird mews from the springhouse.
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Cherry blossoms are falling—an early...
Cherry blossoms are falling—an early-morning bumblebee. Dressed for a funeral, I sit listening to the first wood thrushes of the year.
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Black cherries leaf out before flowering...
Black cherries leaf out before flowering, but this morning I notice three white spots in the one across the road: budding caterpillar tents.
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I dreamed of a late snow and woke to...
I dreamed of a late snow and woke to find the earliest miniature yellow daffodils shriveled, and a new clump of white ones in full bloom.
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A male starling—a rarity here—lands...
A male starling—a rarity here—lands among the cherry blossoms, iridescent black feathers speckled with white. He gargles musically.
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In the half-light, the faint crackling...
In the half-light, the faint crackling sound of a deer eating a rose bush. A lone Canada goose flies over, honking enough for a whole flock.
Tagged Canada geese, deer, multiflora rose
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Shrill chirps of a truck going in reverse...
Shrill chirps of a truck going in reverse. Under a lowering sky, daylight seeps from the jagged blaze of forsythia at the edge of the woods.
