The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta December 9, 2024

The snow on the road has turned to quaking puddles. The low rumble of a freight train is the only thing audible above the downpour.

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May 10, 2024
Steady rain. A gnatcatcher flutters to find breakfast on the undersides of leaves, then retreats to the shelter of the lilac to shake the water…
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Is it clear or clouded over? A gibbous moon turning pink above the ridge provides the answer. The great-crested flycatcher wakes up.
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The stream is quieter than I would’ve thought after so much rain. The sun comes out, and the one ant tending to a peony bud…
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Sunny and warmer. The hummingbirds have survived yesterday’s freeze, and their tiny motors roar as they chase and do courtship displays.
May 10, 2019
Humid. A dark cloud comes in, and the tin roof over the oil tanks rattles for 15 seconds—not even enough raindrops to rinse the pollen…