The spicebush is a haze of yellow beyond the springhouse. Another too-warm morning. What will be left of spring by warbler time?
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: spicebush
A black-throated blue warbler alights...
A black-throated blue warbler alights in the dead cherry. I follow it to the spicebush, where yellow-throated vireos sing bright red notes.
Also tagged black-throated blue warbler, cherry tree, yellow-throated vireo
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Three migrant catbirds land in the...
Three migrant catbirds land in the spicebush beside my front door, drawn by the berries’ stop-sign red. Between each berry, a scolding mew.
Also tagged catbird
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Yellow at daybreak: forsythia, daffodils...
Yellow at daybreak: forsythia, daffodils, the spicebush by the springhouse, a flock of goldfinches… what else? The sun crests the ridge.
Also tagged daffodils, forsythia, goldfinches, springhouse, sunrise
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Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness...
Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness is impossible with so many variations on yellow: spicebush, forsythia, daffodils, pussy willow.
Also tagged daffodils, forsythia, pussy willow
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Cold and overcast. Four silent bluebirds...
Cold and overcast. Four silent bluebirds drop into the spicebush in my herb garden and begin gobbling the blood-red drupes, stones and all.
