Lightly overcast and cool. A molting warbler skulks in the old lilac, foraging for breakfast on the undersides of leaves.
July 2022
7/30/2022
Cool and crystal-clear. A wood thrush sings as if it’s still nesting season. The western ridge turns red.
7/29/2022
Bleary sun. Tree leaves are all astir, but not by much. Those birds who still sing make it sound perfunctory.
7/28/2022
Cool, overcast, and humid. A breeze brings the smell of ozone and a hush of rain finishing its journey down from the trees.
7/27/2022
Sun rising into clouds. The mob of wild garlic heads in the meadow are beginning to shed their white hoods.
7/26/2022
It’s actually cold—54F/12C! A crow at the top of the tallest locust where the sun strikes has one thing to say and she is saying it.
7/25/2022
The sky never gets fully light before thunder starts to rumble. Now it’s getting dark again. The birds fall silent.
7/24/2022
Hazy but not yet hot. Hummingbirds circle the soapwort patch, as if following the red threads of bindweed.
7/23/2022
Every time I look up from my book, more sunlight has infiltrated the forest like bright rungs of a ladder. A raven clears its throat.
7/22/2022
Chimney swifts circle high overhead as the last bats head home. The sun rising through small clouds is crowned by dark spokes.
7/21/2022
A few minutes before sunrise. Goldfinch chatter. A half-slice of moon hangs in the east like an icon of wintry cool.
7/20/2022
Cool at sunrise with a restless breeze. The big tulip tree at the woods’ edge drops a few more drought-yellowed leaves.
7/18/2022
Fifteen hours of off-and-on rain and everything looks greener. The big red maple that just finished dying sheds a chunk of rotten wood.
7/17/2022
Another phantom shower, existing only on the weather app. A firefly wanders past, looking for a walnut leaf to spend the day under.