Just inside the woods’ edge, three mushrooms weather the downpour, umbrellas for no one. The soaked bark of a maple turns patchy blue.
June 2009
Monday June 29, 2009
Sunday June 28, 2009
The pasture rose in front of my wall bears two white blossoms: bindweed raising its flared trumpets to the white sky. The smell of rain.
Saturday June 27, 2009
Friday June 26, 2009
Bright sunshine after a night of thunderstorms. Four deer—two does and two fawns—run through the steaming woods.
Thursday June 25, 2009
Beside the springhouse, the twittering zoom of a hummingbird’s courtship dive: from sunlight into cattail shadows and back. Tanager song.
Wednesday June 24, 2009
Tuesday June 23, 2009
Monday June 22, 2009
Soft applause from the road bank: a doe’s ears flapping as she shakes her head to chase away the flies.
Sunday June 21, 2009
Saturday June 20, 2009
A hummingbird grooms itself in the middle of a downpour while a phoebe plucks insects from the side of the dead elm, hovering in place.
Friday June 19, 2009
Another dark morning. The wood pewee makes a rare visit to the edge of the yard, sings one, sad note, and snaps a brown moth out of the air.
Thursday June 18, 2009
The black-robed cowbird at the top of the dead elm burbles authoritatively, like the Grand Ayatollah of the yard taking credit for the rain.