Between showers, a shallow, orange V careens through the cherry’s dead limbs. Mating craneflies? No, a large beetle with orange elytra.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: August 2009
The fog reveals as much as it hides...
The fog reveals as much as it hides. Who knew the trees held so many spiderwebs? The birds are mostly quiet now; it’s cricket spring.
Tagged crickets, fog, spiderwebs
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A horse fly—rare visitor—rides...
A horse fly—rare visitor—rides my parents’ car down the road, then follows me onto the porch. It takes two flyswatter blows to do her in.
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What wind is this, disturbing the stifling...
What wind is this, disturbing the stifling tranquility of the morning? The cherry tree wags its thick webwormed finger. A sudden downpour.
Tagged cherry tree, fall webworms, rain
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Dawn fog lifts and pauses, so it’...
Dawn fog lifts and pauses, so it’s clear to a height of ten feet, then white, then the crescent moon. A red-bellied woodpecker’s slow chant.
Tagged fog, moon, red-bellied woodpecker
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Something stirs in the silky dogwood...
Something stirs in the silky dogwood across the road. I stroll over: blue berries, a warbler dressed for travel in its yellow-green suit.
Tagged fall warblers, silky dogwood
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A hummingbird defending her patch of...
A hummingbird defending her patch of soapwort buzzes an ovenbird, who walks back and forth on the cherry branches in his big pink feet.
Tagged cherry tree, hummingbird, ovenbird, soapwort
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Thin fog. Now that the phoebes have...
Thin fog. Now that the phoebes have left, their shy cousins the pewees have come out of the woods, and herald each sunrise in a slow drawl.
Overcast and cool. Two birds of indeterminate...
Overcast and cool. Two birds of indeterminate species trade high-pitched chirps in the treetops, continuing for hours. A few crickets.
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A mosquito creeps across my shirt,...
A mosquito creeps across my shirt, an inchworm measures my jeans, and a hummingbird circles my head: this morning, I’m doomed to disappoint.
Tagged hummingbird, inchworm, mosquito
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