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Thursday May 02, 2019

Dave Bonta May 2, 2019

Under heavy clouds, the big crabapple tree’s first blossoms are beginning to open. A honeybee makes a close inspection of my shirt.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged clouds, crabapple, honeybees
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On this date

    January 20, 2020

    Clear and bitter cold (-11°C) but also fabulous—the icy snow covered with glitter where the sun stripes it, blazing through the trees. …

    January 20, 2019

    Storm past, the temperature is plunging, just as they predicted. The new icicles aren't even done dripping. They sway in the bitter wind. …

    January 20, 2018

    Just above freezing but it feels like a day at the beach—sun on white sand, a steady breeze, the surf-like hiss of pines, a jay for a gull. …

    January 20, 2017

    Blue jays jeering in the steady rain. In January. One more thing that doesn't feel right on a day when the world is out of joint. …

    January 20, 2015

    Two degrees below freezing, and the sky an almost uniform white except for a wrinkling in the east, like the brow of a corpse. Two crows. …

    January 20, 2014

    Brown patches in the yard where deer have pawed the snow aside to eat myrtle. An oak leaf curled like a stillborn spirals down from the sky. …

    January 20, 2013

    The sound of the wind up on the ridge mingles with the sound of trains in the valley until it's almost impossible to tell them apart. …

    January 20, 2012

    Cold—the porch floorboards pop under my feet. Real snow at last! The rising sun stretches two faint fingers across the driveway. …

    January 20, 2011

    Juncos hop on the icy snow between the cattails where a rabbit disappeared fifteen minutes earlier, taking the darkness with it. …

    January 20, 2010

    Cold and clear at sunrise. Two ravens following the ridge croak in unison, their wings almost touching. A squirrel descends the springhouse. …

    January 20, 2009

    Clear and cold at dawn, with a crescent moon tangled in the treetops. A tiny white prayer flag flutters from a branch: some vacant cocoon. …

    January 20, 2008

    Very cold. The woods seem unusually lifeless, and there's a new creaking sound with every breeze. After a while, I realize: no squirrels. …

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