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Saturday August 16, 2014

Dave Bonta August 16, 2014

A scattering of white in my overgrown garden: soapwort, bindweed, fleabane, snakeroot. The sky brightens. A towhee calls from the lilac.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged bindweed, fleabane, lilac, snakeroot, soapwort, towhee
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    Clear sky. A bluebird warbling up by the barn. High overhead, a pair of ravens fly close together, uttering their most musical croaks. …

    February 27, 2017

    Cold and still, with a bright smudge of sun. A white-throated sparrow joins a junco in the dried stiltgrass, burrowing into it like a vole. …

    February 27, 2015

    The snowpack glitters, and the air too: flakes almost as small as dust-motes float back and forth in the sun. The rumbling of a bulldozer. …

    February 27, 2014

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    February 27, 2013

    The snow that began falling at 6:00 has softened to slush; the skunk prints that crossed the garden are gone. Fog fills the woods. …

    February 27, 2012

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    February 27, 2011

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    February 27, 2010

    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. …

    February 27, 2009

    A downpour. Just above the ridge, a sudden flash followed by a teeth-rattling rumble, the outline of an inverted tree fading on my retina. …

    February 27, 2008

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