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February 10, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A dark sky at dawn with one bright gash. As it eases shut, an icy breeze springs up. The stream gurgles softly in its sleep.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, dawn, stream, wind
February 9, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Two fresh inches of mostly sleet, with its bleak magic of turning from sand to concrete. A titmouse by the springhouse sings his most mechanical song. A distant crow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, sleet, tufted titmouse
February 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Heavily overcast. A vole briefly surfaces in the yard, all dark fur and blur. A screech owl trills on the ridgetop where the sun should be.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, meadow vole, screech owl, sunrise
February 7, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Pink lingers in the sky for half an hour past sunrise. Great gusts of wind roar through the forest and my eyes track the motion, automatically searching for the beast I know isn’t there.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags sunrise, wind
February 6, 2025 by Dave Bonta

The ground is white with sleet and graupel, and there’s a shimmer of rain from a sky like gray wool. A pileated woodpecker bursts out of the woods, cackling maniacally.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, pileated woodpecker, sleet, snow
February 5, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold and overcast, but with a broad palette of grays. Two geese go over, one silent, the other bugling non-stop. I resist the urge to check the news.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Canada geese, clouds
February 4, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A gray sunrise, signalled only by the yelling of crows. After yesterday’s warmth, the ground is more brown than white. The wind picks up, clattering through the treetops.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, snow, sunrise, wind
February 3, 2025 by Dave Bonta

A fresh half-inch of snow, and the ground’s as white as the sky again. From over the ridge, the roar of a Monday morning. A blue jay jeers.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags blue jays, I-99, snow
February 2, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold and very quiet, with a blue sky slowly fading to white. A vulture drifts past the sun without flapping a wing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, sunrise, turkey vultures
February 1, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Temperature falling as the sun rises. The sound of wind from far off. A small scarlet oak that kept some of its leaves shivers a little.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags scarlet oak, sunrise, wind
January 31, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Fog thickens as the rain eases off. The sodden snowpack shrinks, fitting the ground more closely, clinging to each mound and divot.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fog, rain, snow
January 30, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Mostly clear and mostly quiet. A squirrel summits a 20-foot-tall stump and looks all about. The three small clouds turn red.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, gray squirrel, sunrise
January 29, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Wind and thaw. Fat clouds sail over with bright orange prows and dark bellies. A dead leaf makes circles in the corner of the porch.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, sunrise, wind
January 28, 2025 by Dave Bonta

In the half-dark of dawn, the white noise of wind is made literal by flocks of snowflakes swirling this way and that. Rabbit tracks go under the house and do not reemerge.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, eastern cottontail, snow, snowflakes, wind
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On This Day

  • November 8, 2025
    Mostly clear after last night’s rain. A flat-tire moon hangs low in the west. The wingbeats of a raven are, for a few moments, the loudest sound.
  • November 8, 2024
    Clear and cold. The red squirrel makes its usual racket while the gray squirrels leap silently through the treetops. The western ridge turns red.
  • November 8, 2023
    The sun clears the ridge and I’m blinded—the oaks are mostly bare now. Those that aren’t, glow red like a scattering of old barns.
  • November 8, 2022
    5:20. Bleary-eyed smudge of an eclipsed moon above the western ridge. 6:20. Pink clouds turn orange. The first song sparrow.
  • November 8, 2021
    Yet another bright blue October day a month late. The scarlet oak Dad and I planted 25 years ago is in its glory, redder than the sunrise.

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