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Thursday June 05, 2008

Dave Bonta June 5, 2008

A hummingbird lands on the upturned tip of a dead elm branch; the branch doesn’t move a hair. The first open peony lies on its side.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged peony, ruby-throated hummingbird
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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.
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