bouncing bet – The Morning Porch

October 6, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Another woods-edge maple has gone red. Bouncing bet still blooms beside the porch, four months on.

July 24, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Hazy but not yet hot. Hummingbirds circle the soapwort patch, as if following the red threads of bindweed.

July 11, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Sunlight dulled by high haze. A squirrel in the garden grooms its genitals, then pulls a soapwort blossom close for an almost-kiss.

June 21, 2025
Overcast and cool. Buzzing and squeaking, a ruby-throated hummingbird circles a red bandanna hung out to dry.
June 21, 2024
A hazy sunrise for the first full day of astronomical summer. The feral garlics are raising crane’s-bill heads.
June 21, 2023
The sun rising through high-altitude murk isn’t much brighter than the goldfinches chattering in the treetops, less than three hours till the solstice.
June 21, 2022
One gray squirrel shadows another, nose to tail, down the gray driveway. Mid-morning thunder. A patter of rain.
June 21, 2021
Hot and humid. A silver-spotted skipper draws my eye to a bindweed trumpet, its silent hosannas seemingly aimed at the ancient rose bush.