March 3,

March 3, 2010

Dave Bonta March 3, 2010

A wet spring snow clings to everything and coats both ends of the porch, where something very tiny has left an arrow-straight trail of dots.

Dave Bonta March 3, 2009

Cold air, bright sun. Snow-motes drift down from a cloudless sky. A mourning dove’s song. Dad calls to tell me Mom’s having dizzy spells.

Dave Bonta March 3, 2008

When angels announce the coming of spring, they use flutes: faint calls of tundra swans filter down from above the rose-tinged clouds.

March 3, 2024
The creek still sings yesterday morning’s rainy tune, but by 8:00 o’clock the uniform white sky has devolved into patches of dark and light.
March 3, 2023
With a storm on the way, the sun is a bright smear in a field of white. Still the normal early-spring soundtrack: cardinal, nuthatch, junco,…
March 3, 2022
A faint dusting of snow on a ground otherwise mostly brown again. It’s just below freezing. The sun makes a dramatic entrance from beneath a…
March 3, 2021
The glare ice between the trees flickers as a tiny figure races across it: the first chipmunk! Soon in furious pursuit of the second.
March 3, 2020
Rain thickening. Puddles in the driveway acquire something like feathers, as if the water is already preparing for its return trip.