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November 3, 2023 by Dave Bonta

On a cloudless, quiet mid-morning after a heavy frost, the ground remains white only in the shadows. A single orange leaf falls from the tall tulip poplar, spiraling slowly down into the dead goldenrods.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags frost, goldenrod, tulip tree
October 31, 2023 by Dave Bonta

As the moonlight fades, pale patches remain—a killing frost. The woods’ edge is nearly bare of leaves below the brick-red crowns of the oaks.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fall foliage, frost, oaks
October 23, 2023 by Dave Bonta

First frost here and there like someone’s first white hairs. I crunch through it en route to the top of the field to watch the dawn approaching from 50 miles away.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, frost
April 25, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Frost in the yard. How many tender young leaves will collapse and blacken at the sun’s touch? A goldfinch warbles in the treetops. A raven gargles.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, cold, frost, raven
April 19, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Below freezing at sunrise, but a breeze seems to have staved off frost. Will oak flowers survive? Will wildlife thrive or starve? So much depends on one or two degrees difference now.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, frost
March 30, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Clear and cold. Frost glitters in the low-angled sun. The miniature daffodils are frozen in positions of prayer.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, daffodils, frost 1 Comment
February 26, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Daffodils are out of the ground around the old dog statue, the surrounding yard moldy-looking from the light frost. A distant bluebird.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bluebird, daffodils, dog statue, frost
January 11, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Still air and a heavy frost. A pair of ravens fly side by side over the porch, one calling like a crow—falsetto—the other like a death rattle.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags frost, raven, sunrise 2 Comments
December 9, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Cold and very clear. My shady yard is a refuge for last night’s frost. A feral cat emerges from under the house and gives me a baleful look.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cats, cold, frost
December 2, 2022 by Dave Bonta

The frosted meadow glitters in the sun. A scrabbling of squirrel claws on bark. Off to the south, a raven croaks; to the north, crows.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, frost, gray squirrel, raven 1 Comment
November 15, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Heavy frost in the yard. I scuttle about preparing for a scheduled seven-hour power outage that never comes. My tea grows cold.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags frost
October 29, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Pale columns of sky all along the ridge. Frost as white as my breath. A rising tide of chirps and trills as sunrise draws near.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fall foliage, frost, sunrise
October 9, 2022 by Dave Bonta

One degree above freezing at sunrise. A breeze reshuffles the walnut leaves on the porch. I find small patches of frost up by the barn.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, frost, wind
February 6, 2022 by Dave Bonta

As the sun rises, it descends from icy treetops to hoarfrosted lower branches. It’s quiet. The dial thermometer’s pointer jumps from 8 to 10.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, frost, sunrise
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