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Month: December 2014

December 3, 2014 by Dave Bonta

A faint shimmer of precipitation, and everything encased in a layer of ice as if the world’s been shrink-wrapped for overnight delivery.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags freezing rain, icestorm, rain 2 Comments
December 2, 2014 by Dave Bonta

A few lost snowflakes floating this way and that. A hunter walks up the road, his safety-orange vest printed with the shapes of leaves.

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December 1, 2014 by Dave Bonta

Warm and overcast. It’s the first day of deer season, and the silence seems charged. The sun appears for three seconds. A blue jay calls.

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On This Day

  • November 1, 2025
    Red sky behind red leaves at sunrise. In the yard, big winds have stripped the tulip tree of all but its smallest leaves—the sheerest of dresses.
  • November 1, 2024
    After rain in the small hours, a clearing wind at dawn. Winter wren song issues from a hole in the road bank—a quiet torrent.
  • November 1, 2023
    Wet snow plastered to everything except the moon, somewhere above the clouds. Off to the southeast, a siren starts to wail.
  • November 1, 2022
    Clouds selectively erasing the stars at dawn. A strong inversion layer: traffic noise from the interstate mingles with barred owl calls.
  • November 1, 2021
    They’re shapeshifting daily now, the faces in the thinning treetops silhouetted against the dawn sky. I push my glasses down to unblur the moon.

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