Monthly Archives: August 2010

A banded tussock moth caterpillar is...

A banded tussock moth caterpillar is curled up on my shoe—a ball of pale, fuzzy rays. Cue the sun through glasses that badly need cleaning.

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The tall goldenrod’s budding...

The tall goldenrod’s budding tops continue to expand, extending new arms. I find a penny in my pocket and fling it at the hornets’ nest.

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Cool and clear. The hair I cut last...

Cool and clear. The hair I cut last night by moonlight, leaning over the rail with the electric clippers, still shines silver in the weeds.

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Overcast and cool, with the beeping...

Overcast and cool, with the beeping of quarry trucks. A pair of cardinals land above the dry creek bed, exchange a few chirps, and fly off.

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When I move my head, the hummingbird...

When I move my head, the hummingbird darts in for a closer look, leveling her long samurai bill at my neck, my ear, my glasses.

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The fog has outlined every spider web...

The fog has outlined every spider web, making the dead cherry look like the Flying Dutchman, tattered sails ghosting in the breeze.

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A titmouse combs the dead cherry tree...

A titmouse combs the dead cherry tree for insects, his black seed of an eye and wizard’s cap bobbing as he snaps at shriveled leaves.

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Would morning glories keep blooming...

Would morning glories keep blooming all summer as the wild bindweed does? This morning, four new horns fill with tree-cricket trills.

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When I come outside, four deer run...

When I come outside, four deer run off: two doe, a fawn, and a buck with antlers so new he doesn’t yet duck low enough to avoid branches.

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Dozens of dragonflies silhouetted against...

Dozens of dragonflies silhouetted against the sky appear and disappear in the dawn fog. The trees still drip from a storm in the wee hours.

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