The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 27, 2010 2

The high winds have stopped, but who knows how much snow has fallen? An apple core tossed into the yard for the deer disappears with a thud.

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Barry Davis
15 years ago Permalink

Love this page, and love this first post the best.

bd
1. Dave Bonta
  15 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks for the kind comment. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

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January 30, 2024
Overcast and quiet except for the watery chorus. A chipmunk dashes across a patch of snow and disappears under the house.
January 30, 2023
The snowpack is holey again. A sunrise sky is visible through the trees on the ridgetop for just a few minutes until the fog descends.
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Very cold and still. Just when I think the birds will never wake, the clouds redden a little and a nuthatch fires up its querulous…
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Amorous squeaks of squirrels. A small fissure in the clouds approaches the sun and the frozen landscape brightens for half a minute.
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As slowly as the sky cleared yesterday morning, today it returns to white, like the growing blankness in my memory where some face had been.