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harvestmen

September 24, 2010 by Dave Bonta

A harvestman stilting across the porch stops to poke each fallen walnut leaf. Up in the woods, the sudden squirrel rattle that means Hawk.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, harvestmen
July 13, 2010 by Dave Bonta

Tansy blooms beside the porch. Black ants and harvestmen wander the allegedly insecticidal leaves; only the yellow flowers remain untouched.

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August 9, 2008 by Dave Bonta

50°F. A daddylonglegs descends a goldenrod stem, slow as the minute hand on a clock. A catbird bursts from the lilac, crackling with alarm.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags catbird, goldenrod, harvestmen, lilac

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On This Day

  • August 17, 2025
    An autumnal sunrise heralded by crickets. I search the bracken patch for any two fronds in the same shade of green, yellow, or brown.
  • August 17, 2024
    A pause between showers. The thud of a walnut dropped by a squirrel. A housefly circles the porch. The rain starts back up.
  • August 17, 2023
    Sunrise filling every cloud’s belly with pink as the Carolina wren trills over and over—once for each cloud, it seems.
  • August 17, 2022
    The sun finally struggles out by midmorning. Rain-dampened vegetation glistens like a salamander’s skin.
  • August 17, 2021
    Sunrise hidden by clouds. Towhee and cardinal’s usual soliloquies. A mosquito sings her need into my ear.

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Cover of Ice Mountain with a linocut of a big ridgetop tree.

What I do after I sit on the porch. One winter and spring's daily walks distilled into short poems with linocut illustrations by Beth Adams.

Header image: detail from Paper Garden by Clive Hicks-Jenkins (used by permission)

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