A catbird scolds a feral cat: harsh, descending Nos. Slick with dew, the lanceolate leaves of goldenrod shimmer in the sun like green fish.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: goldenrod
Due to the drought, the goldenrod display...
Due to the drought, the goldenrod display is subdued this year—but birch are turning three weeks early. September will have its yellow.
Also tagged black birch, drought
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The tall goldenrod’s budding...
The tall goldenrod’s budding tops continue to expand, extending new arms. I find a penny in my pocket and fling it at the hornets’ nest.
Also tagged bald-faced hornet
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An eight-point buck struts through...
An eight-point buck struts through the neck-high meadow, stirring up sparrows and goldenrod fluff, lifting his tail to shit while he walks.
Also tagged deer
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Brief shower from a blue sky; a rumble...
Brief shower from a blue sky; a rumble of thunder. Goldenrod by the woods’ edge is turning yellow for the second time with fallen leaves.
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Rain starts almost imperceptibly, thickening...
Rain starts almost imperceptibly, thickening from shimmer to mist to curtain. Early goldenrod and white snakeroot are both fading to brown.
Also tagged snakeroot
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From the rummaging of some small bird...
From the rummaging of some small bird of passage, a shower of yellow walnut leaves into the yellow yard, the tall Solidago. A catbird mews.
Also tagged catbird
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A squirrel emerges from the springhouse...
A squirrel emerges from the springhouse’s tiny attic vent and slides head-first toward the ground. A patch of sun shimmers in the goldenrod.
Also tagged gray squirrel, springhouse
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A yellow mayfly struggles to cross...
A yellow mayfly struggles to cross the desert of my porch floor. I glance over at the streambank: yellow coneflowers, the first goldenrod.
Also tagged coneflowers, mayfly, stream
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Goldenrod in front of the porch now...
Goldenrod in front of the porch now overtops the floor, like the crest of a green wave rolling in from the yard. I prop my feet on the rail.
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