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Sunday August 29, 2010

Dave Bonta August 29, 2010

As the plane fades in the distance, they return: a towhee, two lethargic vireos, a chipmunk’s water-drip-steady clucks, the garden cricket.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged chipmunks, crickets, garden, plane, red-eyed vireo, towhee
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    March 1, 2017

    Between rains, a harlequin ladybug wanders up and down a porch column, seemingly averse to stepping out onto a floor the color of its back. …

    March 1, 2015

    The steady fall of snow—still somehow mesmerizing. That flux leading to so much sameness. Sun glimmering faintly like a lost coin. …

    March 1, 2014

    Sallow sky; a yellow pustule of sun. In a tall oak, a pileated woodpecker bangs his head, attracting an entourage of smaller woodpeckers. …

    March 1, 2013

    Under the deer-ravaged rosebush in the middle of the yard, a round patch of blood some three inches wide, turned pink by a dusting of snow. …

    March 1, 2011

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    The sound of Monday carries on the wind over the ridge. Here, patches of blue, none of them yet coinciding with the sun. A raven croaks. …

    March 1, 2009

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    March 1, 2008

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