My left thumb itches, but nothing wickeder than a nuthatch materializes. The sun comes up.
Dave Bonta
11/10/2007
White on green: the lilac bush heavy with yesterday’s snow. Chickadees bicker, working out a pecking order that will last until spring.
11/9/2007
A doe trailed by a scrawny 5-point buck. The soundtrack includes a train, a raven, geese, a wren, and a low-flying plane with a wide eraser.
11/8/2007
Dawn finds the first snow — a faint dusting. It’s very still. Down in the pines, a screech owl quavers. The slow footfalls of a deer.
From 6:00 to 6:30, it’s…
From 6:00 to 6:30, it’s quiet except for the distant whine of truck tires and the wind in the treetops, more rattle than rustle now.
11/6/2007
Wind and rain have stripped the birches and maples at the edge of the woods. A gray squirrel leaps through the bare branches.
11/5/2007
Venus and the fourth-quarter moon stand close together, shining through the treetops as I drink my coffee.