The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta May 2, 2014 2

Another cold and overcast morning. A meadow vole zips into its burrow beside the stream and a song sparrow flies up with an indignant chirp.

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gordy painter
11 years ago Permalink

As always, great stuff David!!! I can viualize the scenes & happenings you so clearly define. I never miss reading them!
Thanx Dave; lots of nostalgia & good memories for me in all of The Morning Porch writings you publish, Gordy
1. Dave Bonta
  11 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks for the comment. I’m glad the descriptions ring true. Once in a while someone tells me they think I’m making it up — no one’s yard can have that much going on! But it’s all a matter of knowing what one is seeing.

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