The fog has outlined every spider web, making the dead cherry look like the Flying Dutchman, tattered sails ghosting in the breeze.
The view from my front porch first thing in the morning, in 140 or fewer characters.
Tag Archives: fog
Sometime past 7:30, the birds...
Sometime past 7:30, the birds fall silent for half a minute and there’s only fog, a slow drip from leaves no larger than squirrels’ ears.
Thick ground fog, one degree below...
Thick ground fog, one degree below freezing. The trees grow sharper as the sun begins to blur. Please don’t flower yet, I tell the oaks.
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When the sun finally breaches...
When the sun finally breaches the fog, the forest drips with jewels. In the yard, the first native wildflower opens its pin-sized blooms.
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Fog. Again this morning a kildeer...
Fog. Again this morning a kildeer’s keening cry. Yard and field are almost snow-free now, and perhaps their flattened state appeals to him.
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Thick fog prolongs the early-morning...
Thick fog prolongs the early-morning light for hours. The cardinal sings spring while a screech owl quavers over the luminous snow.
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12 hours of downpour and the stream...
12 hours of downpour and the stream’s a torrent, water clear from running off frozen ground. Small clouds rise like spirits from the snow.
Also tagged flood, rain
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Fog. A distant chainsaw in one...
Fog. A distant chainsaw in one direction and in the other, rodent teeth. Amorous squirrels race back and forth over the white ground.
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Rain and fog with raven: silent...
Rain and fog with raven: silent, just above the treetops. White-throated sparrows and a freight train whistling at the same pitch.
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Drizzle turns into downpour and...
Drizzle turns into downpour and the fog retreats up the ridge. An hour later the rain eases and the fog rolls in again, erasing the trees.
Thick fog. Silence punctuated...
Thick fog. Silence punctuated by the muffled thuds of black walnuts landing on the lawn. The distant, mad cackle of a pileated woodpecker.
Also tagged black walnuts, pileated woodpecker
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Thin fog at dawn. From the woods...
Thin fog at dawn. From the woods’ edge, the familiar two-syllable call of a scarlet tanager sounds suddenly very much like goodbye.
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The fog reveals as much as it...
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.
Also tagged crickets, spiderwebs
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Dawn fog lifts and pauses, so...
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.
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Thin fog. Now that the phoebes...
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.
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