Rain and fog. A squirrel strips water from its head with a lightning-quick motion of its front paws. The dark dead eyestalks of the tansy.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: fog
When the fog lifts, the sun makes its...
When the fog lifts, the sun makes its nest in the treetops. I sit with a newspaper folded on my knee, listening to a chipmunk’s metronome.
Also tagged chipmunks
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Two titmice tumble off a branch, claws...
Two titmice tumble off a branch, claws briefly locked, provoking rebukes from a chorus of chickadees. A breeze fails to disperse the fog.
Also tagged chickadee, tufted titmouse
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Thick fog at daybreak, as if the bright...
Thick fog at daybreak, as if the bright moon of 2am had spread a kind of mildew over the mountain. Train whistle. A nuthatch’s nasal call.
Also tagged moon, nuthatch, train
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The valleys must be brimming over with...
The valleys must be brimming over with fog. Clouds rise behind both ridges, but it’s blue overhead: a white-bread sandwich filled with sky.
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Ground fog forms at dawn in the bottom...
Ground fog forms at dawn in the bottom corner of the meadow and quickly dissipates. The screech owl’s quaver gives way to soft thrush calls.
Also tagged screech owl, wood thrush
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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.
Also tagged cherry tree
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Sometime past 7:30, the birds fall...
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.
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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 the fog...
When the sun finally breaches the fog, the forest drips with jewels. In the yard, the first native wildflower opens its pin-sized blooms.
Also tagged bitter cress
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