The three black locust saplings in the old corral have grown several feet since spring, and now are beginning to yellow from the inside out.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: September 2008
Rising after daybreak, I search out...
Rising after daybreak, I search out scraps of darkness: a log sunk in the weeds, the rootball of a toppled tree, the sound of grackles.
Tagged common grackle
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Steady rain. Two squirrels passing...
Steady rain. Two squirrels passing each other on the driveway circle briefly, as if on an invisible roundabout. A towhee’s mindless chant.
Tagged gray squirrel, towhee
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First one, then a second Carolina wren...
First one, then a second Carolina wren pops out from under the eaves, perches in the fretwork for a second, and flies off into the fog.
Tagged Carolina wren, fog
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A large flock of geese somewhere above...
A large flock of geese somewhere above the clouds. The purple asters in the garden are folded shut like sea anemones with overly long arms.
No yellow in the lilac yet, but a growing...
No yellow in the lilac yet, but a growing spectrum of greens. Random clatters from the new house site, where a green metal roof is going up.
Tagged lilac
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Up in the field, five black cattle…
Up in the field, five black cattle—some valley neighbor’s escaped stock—emerge from the mist and pause at the sight of their shadows.
Another gray morning. High against...
Another gray morning. High against the clouds, a pair of ravens exchange triple croaks. The chipmunk in the garden scratches behind one ear.
Equinox. A flat-white sky, and for...
Equinox. A flat-white sky, and for the first time I notice two maple trees at the woods’ edge already half infiltrated by orange, by red.
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In the pre-dawn, Sunday-morning silence...
In the pre-dawn, Sunday-morning silence, the distant bellowing of a cow. A half moon glows through the fog — a thin milk.
