Two maple keys dangle in an old spiderweb underneath the porch railing, like uneaten remnants of some unfortunate winged creature.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: red maple
Red maple limbs laden with keys tremble...
Red maple limbs laden with keys tremble from a pell-mell squirrel. I hear tapping on the storm door, open it and a bee flies out.
Also tagged bumblebees, gray squirrel
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A pile of fresh dirt at the woods&#...
A pile of fresh dirt at the woods’ edge: a groundhog has dug a den under the roots of a poison ivy-throttled maple. Will he itch all winter?
Also tagged groundhog, poison ivy
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Random lilac, red maple and black cherry...
Random lilac, red maple and black cherry leaves have flipped over, exposing their pale undersides—evidence of a downpour in the wee hours.
Also tagged black cherry, lilac, rain
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The red maple blossoms are open at...
The red maple blossoms are open at last, puffs of red anthers or orange pollen. A white-throated sparrow sings without stopping in the rain.
Also tagged rain, white-throated sparrow
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A squirrel descends an oak at high...
A squirrel descends an oak at high speed while rolicking robin music plays in the background. Closeup on the maple buds round as stoplights.
Also tagged gray squirrel, oaks, robin
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Small rain on an east wind. Swelling...
Small rain on an east wind. Swelling buds impart a faint red hue to the woods’ edge, and a song sparrow states the obvious: spring is here.
Also tagged rain, song sparrow
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Gray sky. A gray breast feather floats...
Gray sky. A gray breast feather floats down and lands on the snow. Ten minutes later, a sharp-shinned hawk appears in the big maple.
Also tagged accipiter, sharp-shinned hawk
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How does the poison ivy know to turn...
How does the poison ivy know to turn the same salmon as the red maple it has infiltrated? A phoebe chases a kinglet from the roadside weeds.
Also tagged phoebe, poison ivy, ruby-crowned kinglet
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From the luminous green wall of the...
From the luminous green wall of the woods, a pewee calls. Maple keys come spinning, take the place of yesterday’s hailstones on the porch.
