A squirrel leaps through the snow-laden lilac up by the other house, chasing the juncos. Their high, tinny alarm-calls sound like laughter.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A squirrel leaps through the snow-laden lilac up by the other house, chasing the juncos. Their high, tinny alarm-calls sound like laughter.
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My Neighborhood Near Valentine’s Day
Who really knows the heart
of the other: the singing wonderman
who lives across the street, city
policeman living next door, Sikh
who owns the corner gas station,
polka winners up the highway,
juncos wearing mourning coats
at the feeder. Me – I barely know
myself most of the time. One day
I admire squirrel tracks, next day
want to drop kick the rascals.
It’s February – the month of love.
What say we give everyone
a break? Do unto others
and all that. Shoot a hello
to everybody. Lock up the guns.
Mary Linton
It’s been way too long since I visited your Morning Porch. You’ve redecorated! The masthead painting is so vibrant; wonderful. And I really like the “on this date” feature.
Thanks! I’m proud of that feature, too — it kinda justifies going to the trouble to self-host just to use that plugin. As for the the Clive Hicks-Jenkins painting in the header, it’s such a natural fit for the blog I don’t even remember what preceded it.