The Morning Porch

March 19, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Humid and cool. The sun keeps finding new holes in the clouds. The woodpeckers keep drumming.

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Bright sun belies the bitter wind. A tiny but perfect snowflake lands on the back of my hand, that watchword for familiarity gloved in the…
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Cold and clearing off for sunrise. From some sheltered spot, a Carolina wren is duetting with the wind.
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An hour past sunrise, it’s mostly clear and quiet except for two red-bellied woodpeckers, their whinnying starting to sound almost like purrs.
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Instead of the gloomy morning I was expecting, the sky’s clear and there’s a fresh inch of dry snow. The crows are still exclaiming over…
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Tentative footsteps at the edge of the porch, first from a gray squirrel, then a Carolina wren, each obviously annoyed by my presence.