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Tuesday November 27, 2018

Dave Bonta November 27, 2018

Light snow powdering my black sleeves. I watch a nuthatch inspect each branch of a walnut, its sideways hop and dip when it finds a morsel.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged black walnut, snowflakes, white-breasted nuthatch
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    Mesmerized by the snow, after a while I forget that that steady twittering isn't the sound the flakes make as they fall. It's just juncos. …

    February 8, 2017

    For hours last night the rain gutter thundered, so now once again the ground has been un-erased; snow remains only where the plow piled it. …

    February 8, 2015

    A gray day loud with traffic. The snowpack has slid half-way off the metal roof over the oil tanks, curling under the eaves like a claw. …

    February 8, 2014

    Sunlight softened by high clouds. A great stillness, punctuated by the flutter of sparrow wings and a chickadee singing its spring song. …

    February 8, 2012

    Flat white sky and a long, low rip of sound: some military jet. The first flakes drift back and forth, as if unsure of their destination. …

    February 8, 2011

    Last night's wet snow sticks here and there—blank spaces on the wind's map. One of the 50-odd bergamot heads still wears a toque blanche. …

    February 8, 2010

    It's one of those perfect winter mornings from my childhood: bright sun on deep snow and even the shadows sparkling as I shake my head. …

    February 8, 2009

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    February 8, 2008

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