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March 12, 2012March 12, 2012 by Dave Bonta

How have I failed to notice until now a seven-foot-tall burdock right beyond the end of the porch, still studded with sticky ornaments?

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags burdock 1 Comment
January 24, 2011 by Dave Bonta

The ugly squat burdock has a thin and graceful shadow. It inches over the snow without getting snagged by the sharp sparkles of sun.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags burdock, snow 4 Comments
May 21, 2010 by Dave Bonta

The clouds finally thin out at mid-morning. An orange skipper passes over the thin-bladed grass to settle on the sunny half of a dock leaf.

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