Cool and still. The piece of thistledown stuck to a porch post by an invisible thread—small flag of an ephemeral country—barely trembles.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Monthly Archives: July 2011
A carpenter ant carries its mote of...
A carpenter ant carries its mote of wood halfway along the edge of the porch before dropping it over the side. Such fastidious destroyers!
This morning it hits me: how silent...
This morning it hits me: how silent the woods have become now with most of the migrants done singing their fierce but temporary attachments.
Rain. An earwig perches on a tansy...
Rain. An earwig perches on a tansy flower with its head thrust into one of the yellow buttons, motionless as a toker, empty calipers aloft.
Tagged earwig, tansy
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Another cool morning. Autumn’...
Another cool morning. Autumn’s in the air, I say to myself, but it’s really just a cricket chirping in the corner of the garden.
A perfect morning, clear and cool....
A perfect morning, clear and cool. A gray squirrel is biting off small branches and carrying them into the thickest part of the tall locust.
Tagged black locust, gray squirrel
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Overcast and cool, with the smell of...
Overcast and cool, with the smell of rain. Instead of the crows that woke me at dawn, now ravens are exchanging croaks, one high, one low.
Tagged crows, raven
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Overcast and quiet. A silver-spotted...
Overcast and quiet. A silver-spotted skipper drinks from the bergamot, threading the thin purple tubes with its proboscis and leaning in.
Overcast at sunrise, with a cool breeze...
Overcast at sunrise, with a cool breeze. A gray catbird in the middle of the gray driveway picks pebbles for the collection in its gizzard.
Tagged catbird, sunrise
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A question mark butterfly lands on...
A question mark butterfly lands on the porch and begins tasting the wood. Its wings open, a brown leaf turning back time to fiery autumn.
