Overcast and cold. A firefly floats past the porch with his abdomen pointing down, lamp at the ready for any unscheduled onset of darkness.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: June 2008
Clear, 44°F. The doe who I think lost...
Clear, 44°F. The doe who I think lost her fawn makes small, anxious grunts as she plows through the wet meadow in front of the springhouse.
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51°F. In the side garden, my clump...
51°F. In the side garden, my clump of New York asters has been flattened in the night, stripped stalks splayed to all points of the compass.
A catbird solos in the half-light while...
A catbird solos in the half-light while wood thrushes trade lines. Small white moths visit the dame’s-rocket. Today, a funeral and a picnic.
Tagged catbird, dame's-rocket, moths, wood thrush
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The clear air makes for sharp contrasts...
The clear air makes for sharp contrasts between shadows and patches of sunlight, sewn together by three goldfinches on a high-speed chase.
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Has anyone ever exclaimed, “The...
Has anyone ever exclaimed, “The dock is in bloom!”? Fuzzy green spires with a hint of orange, surrounded by bobbing candelabras of brome.
Tagged yellow dock
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Overcast and humid. A bracken frond...
Overcast and humid. A bracken frond beside the road has turned yellow as a Yield sign. A raincrow calls over and over at the woods’ edge.
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Through every opening in the wall of...
Through every opening in the wall of woods, white mounds glow in the dim light: mountain laurel at its peak of bloom, the best in years.
Tagged mountain laurel
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Sun in the treetops where a catbird...
Sun in the treetops where a catbird improvises. From the lilac, the song of a towhee, incorporated seconds later into the catbird’s stream.
Clear, 54°F. Squirrels leap through...
Clear, 54°F. Squirrels leap through the dripping branches, chase each other up and down trunks. A distant traffic noise of cicadas.
Tagged cicadas, gray squirrel
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