As daylight gathers, the sky goes from white to gray. A train whistle trailed by its rumble of freight. The distant propellers of a plane.
December 2013
Sunday December 29, 2013
Steady rain. The corners of the yard still glisten dully with the pellet ice that fell in the night.
Saturday December 28, 2013
A squirrel tumbles out of the big maple and catches itself in the top of a locust sapling, tail wrapping around the branch like a fifth leg.
Friday December 27, 2013
The sun flickers as thin clouds drift past. In the otherwise still meadow, one bent head of brome grass is swaying.
Thursday December 26, 2013
The snow seems on the verge of stopping for several hours. The trees turn white. My guests go out and return with snow in their hair.
Wednesday December 25, 2013
Sunrise turns the western ridge crimson. Chickadees and titmice flit through the branches, calling, while we stand snapping pictures.
Tuesday December 24, 2013
A few flakes come swirling out of the woods. A dried oak leaf lies on the porch floor like a sad umbrella or a mouse with too many legs.