A finger of sun infiltrates the foxtail millet, heads turned every direction but up. Three chickadees forage in the cherry, comparing notes.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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Trees pop in the cold, creak in the...
Trees pop in the cold, creak in the wind. Sunrise spreads across the sky like a grease stain. All the foxtail millet is bowed to the north.
Also tagged sunrise
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Cold drizzle. The burble of a song...
Cold drizzle. The burble of a song sparrow. A flycatcher of indeterminate species flutters up from the foxtail millet beside the stream.
Also tagged flycatcher, song sparrow, stream
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In the dim light of a misty morning...
In the dim light of a misty morning, rain-slick surfaces glow: green lichens, purple raspberry canes, the yellow blades of foxtail millet.
Also tagged black raspberry, lichen
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