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Monday March 17, 2008

Dave Bonta March 17, 2008

First crystal-clear morning in weeks. I sit watching the sunlight move through the trees and a distant jet trailed by nothing but its roar.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

Sunday March 16, 2008

Dave Bonta March 16, 2008

Yellow sun in an overcast sky: how is this possible? It lasts for a couple minutes before fading into a bright smudge in a net of branches.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

Saturday March 15, 2008

Dave Bonta March 15, 2008

Bare ground now predominates in the woods, and the ditches are loud with snowmelt. Two gangs of crows meet in the air, yelling, circling.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

Friday March 14, 2008

Dave Bonta March 14, 2008

A heavy inversion layer—I have quarry trucks for company this morning. Over the roar, from the corner of the field, the first singing robin.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged American robin, trucks

Thursday March 13, 2008

Dave Bonta March 13, 2008

Sunrise. I’m in a staring contest with a groundhog who just emerged from under the house. I blink, and he disappears. A piercing whistle.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged groundhog, sunrise

Wednesday March 12, 2008

Dave Bonta March 12, 2008

Last night, I almost stepped on the porcupine—it could barely walk. This morning, on the cherry tree beside the porch, bright yellow wounds.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged cherry tree, porcupine

Tuesday March 11, 2008

Dave Bonta March 11, 2008

Weak sun. A “v” of northbound swans. Bass notes of a distant thumper car sound almost like a drumming grouse, except they do not stop.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged I-99, tundra swans

Monday March 10, 2008

Dave Bonta March 10, 2008

Gray sky, and the air is lousy with snowflakes. The usual birds are making the usual chirps. A train whistle, horrendously out of tune.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged train

Sunday March 09, 2008

Dave Bonta March 9, 2008

Winter’s back! My white plastic stack chair lies upside-down at the end of the porch. The snowpack has gone from quicksand back to granite.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow

Saturday March 08, 2008

Dave Bonta March 8, 2008

A chipmunk emerges from the base of the stone wall and races over the soft snow. All this rain has brought out the blush in the red maples.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged chipmunks

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    February 22, 2018

    Steady downpour; almost as much water in the road as in the creek. Scattered, flattened stalks in the rain-dark yard are white with mold. …

    February 22, 2017

    ‪Warm and still. Out of the corner of my eye, a pileated woodpecker slipping behind a tree. Distant howl of a train car's misaligned wheels.‬ …

    February 22, 2015

    Open water in the ditch. Juncos fly down to drink then up to perch in the snow-laden branches of a dogwood, shaking themselves like dogs. …

    February 22, 2014

    Snow-melt dripping off the roof forms a glistening bead curtain, blown sideways by the breeze, rattling on the tin roof over the oil tanks. …

    February 22, 2013

    A rattle of sleet gives way to the hush of snow, then the tapping of freezing rain, then back to snow. A squirrel never stops its scolding. …

    February 22, 2012

    Dawn. Three deer become two, become three again. The sound of squirrel teeth on black walnut shell—that harsh madman's whisper. …

    February 22, 2011

    Six inches of fresh powder. A pair of squirrels wrestle in it, then go up the big maple, couple on the trunk, and retreat to separate limbs. …

    February 22, 2010

    That metronome-like sound—could it possibly be a chipmunk? I cup hands to my ears: no, it's just slow meltwater. But the clock is ticking. …

    February 22, 2009

    White sky. The soft calls of a pair of downy woodpeckers on adjacent trees. Four chickadees on a high-speed chase tear through the lilac. …

    February 22, 2008

    Siren, train whistle, a red-bellied woodpecker ululating in the yard. It's snowing. Squirrel tracks cross the porch in front of my chair. …

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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.
One winter and spring's daily walks distilled into short poems with linocut illustrations by Beth Adams.

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