The Morning Porch » dame’s-rocket

Below the porch, a dot of pink: a very...

Dave Bonta — Sun, 31 Oct 2010 11:47:20 +0000

Below the porch, a dot of pink: a very late dame’s-rocket blooming the day after a hard frost. A brown creeper inspects a small walnut tree.

Dave Bonta — Fri, 09 Jul 2010 13:07:31 +0000

Dark burgundy leaves on a dame’s-rocket, browning seedheads of dock, the one yellow bracken—autumn is making inroads despite the heat.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 29 May 2010 12:20:00 +0000

A pileated woodpecker explores a fallen tree in the meadow, the scarlet arrow of his crest appearing and disappearing in the dame’s-rocket.

Dave Bonta — Sun, 16 May 2010 11:07:02 +0000

At daybreak, a small deer leaps and twists like a bronco with an invisible rider, then careens through the purple haze of dame’s-rocket.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 12:05:34 +0000

An autumnal morning. Two months late, the last dame’s-rocket bends out over the driveway, purple plus signs weighted down with dew.

Dave Bonta — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 12:30:00 +0000

The black cat crouches at the edge of the meadow full of dame’s-rocket. What hides, squirmed into grassy burrows, under all that purple?

Dave Bonta — Sat, 23 May 2009 10:21:36 +0000

The lilacs are fading fast. Where did the spring go? A hummingbird moth pays court to the dame’s-rockets—the new avatars of purple scent.

Dave Bonta — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 10:26:53 +0000

A catbird solos in the half-light while wood thrushes trade lines. Small white moths visit the dame’s-rocket. Today, a funeral and a picnic.

Dave Bonta — Sat, 03 May 2008 11:31:11 +0000

The air smells of rain. A large robber fly buzzes into my weed garden and lands on the underside of a dame’s-rocket leaf.