Sunday July 01, 2018

Dave Bonta July 1, 2018

For the potted sunflowers from our wedding party, this garden has been a green hell, their heads shrunken and leaves skeletonized by snails.

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On this date

November 16, 2017
Glimpses of a large, dark animal running way off through the woods, its footsteps inaudible over the wind. Great flocks of leaves. …
November 16, 2016
Overcast and breezy. The blue-gray back of a small hawk—sharp-shinned or Cooper's—darting through the yard. A few raindrops tap on the roof. …
November 16, 2015
To the east, an agitated crow. Over by the cattails, an anxious wren. And behind me under the house, a groundhog bumps and scrapes. …
November 16, 2014
A whispering in the dried grass: not wind but sleet. A hawk materializes like a magician's handkerchief and flies off through the trees. …
November 16, 2013
Two squirrels circle warily beside the road. A third crosses the stream with a walnut between its teeth and seeing them, takes to the trees. …
November 16, 2012
In one and the same moment, the howl of an accelerating speedbike, a train whistle, and the quiet anxious calling of a nuthatch to its mate. …
November 16, 2011
Dense fog and silence—the instant wilderness found inside a cloud. A leaf falls 100 feet away and I hear the soft rustle when it lands. …
November 16, 2010
A true November day, cold and gray and wet. Patches of pale lichen on tree trunks glow like dim headlights in the fog. A distant chickadee. …
November 16, 2009
Silhouetted against the dawn sky, a wedge of geese intersects the treetops' lace. In the pauses between calls, the hush of wings. …
November 16, 2008
Under the cover of high winds, the feral cat goes hunting without setting off the usual alarms. Airborne oak leaves ascend into the clouds. …
November 16, 2007
A strong gust of wind brings a red oak leaf into my lap. I watch high-flying leaves cross paths with a flock of waxwings. …

The Morning Porch/Patio

The view from my front porch (in Pennsylvania) or back patio (in London) every morning, in 140 or fewer characters

Sunday July 01, 2018