Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness is impossible with so many variations on yellow: spicebush, forsythia, daffodils, pussy willow.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: April 2009
Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness...
Tagged daffodils, forsythia, pussy willow, spicebush
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Gray sky. Distant drumming of a grouse...
Gray sky. Distant drumming of a grouse—so faint, it could be the mountain’s own heartbeat. A rabbit in the lilac scratches behind its ear.
Tagged cottontail, lilac, ruffed grouse
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First morning without long johns: my...
First morning without long johns: my legs feel like orphans in their tunnels of denim. The air is full of gnats and the gobbling of turkeys.
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Rattle and rasp from a hole in the...
Rattle and rasp from a hole in the eaves where the starlings are moving in. A pair of ravens low over the ridge. The sun’s blazing nest.
An orange tabby appears at the side...
An orange tabby appears at the side of the porch, and we stare at each other with alarm. Sun spreads through the treetops like an epidemic.
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Another cold and rainy morning. A white...
Another cold and rainy morning. A white spot up in the woods is nothing but foam on a black birch trunk. How long until the shadbush bloom?
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Beside the rosette of mullein leaves...
Beside the rosette of mullein leaves like thumbless felt mittens beaded with rainwater, the feral cat pauses to yowl.
White sky, weak sun, a hollow knocking...
White sky, weak sun, a hollow knocking from the quarry. A winter wren holds forth below the old corrall, rambling, introspective.
Tagged winter wren
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A ray of sun penetrating the lilac...
A ray of sun penetrating the lilac illuminates the two daffodils at the base of its hind legs, and the dog statue stands on yellow stars.
In the cold rain, a pair of phoebes...
In the cold rain, a pair of phoebes sit on a branch of the lilac overhanging my sidewalk, flicking their tails and gazing at the portico.
