Wednesday September 06, 2017

Dave Bonta September 6, 2017

I cede the porch to the hornets and sit under the portico. The view: a garden full of weeds, a least flycatcher landing briefly on an aster.

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April 20, 2017
‪The rhyming couplets of a brown thrasher. A blue-headed vireo's dreamy soliloquy. When the sun comes out, raindrops glisten on every twig.‬
April 20, 2016
A gnatcatcher crosses the yard. Its flight as erratic as a butterfly's is punctuated by the briefest of pauses to ingest its eponymous prey.
April 20, 2015
A dull-gray morning full of the rattling of woodpeckers. A bluebird lands on a branch in the yard like an emissary from the weekend.
April 20, 2014
A Chinook helicopter flies low over the trees, with its twin rotors like a pair of malignant insects mating in flight, gravid with soldiers.
April 20, 2013
A few degrees above freezing. The sun's still shining when the snow begins to fall, small flakes sifting down through the flowering trees.
April 20, 2012
A half-grown rabbit emerges from the rosebush and pauses in the middle of the blue driveway to shake its head and scratch behind its ears.
April 20, 2011
Where the moon had glowed through ground fog at 4:00, now the sun glimmers. Four ruby-crowned kinglets flutter in and out of the lilac.
April 20, 2010
Sun filtered by thin cirrostratus clouds. The hawk's shadow is soft as a squirrel's tail, but it still sets off all the alarms.
April 20, 2009
Hard rain with a bit of wind. But dreariness is impossible with so many variations on yellow: spicebush, forsythia, daffodils, pussy willow.
April 20, 2008
Now that I know there are bears about, every snapping twig gets my attention. The cherry tree's pink with swollen buds. A rumble of thunder.

The Morning Porch

The view from my front porch every morning in 140 or fewer characters

Wednesday September 06, 2017