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July 16, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Sunlight shimmers on the fur of a squirrel chiseling the shell of a disinterred nut, the morning coolness slowly giving way to heat.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, heat
July 23, 2016 by Dave Bonta

As the heat builds, the cicadas’ electric drills fall silent one by one. Coneflowers wilt until they look like yellow jellyfish.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cicadas, heat, Rudbeckia
August 15, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Hazy and warm. As the sun climbs, the cicada chorus grows, and the field cricket in the garden chirps faster and faster.

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    Rain at dawn tapering off into another patter alongside the red-eyed vireo’s. Wood thrushes sing back and forth. From deep in the lilac, a house finch lets loose.
  • June 14, 2024
    Overcast at sunrise. The jumping spider who lives under my chair comes topside for a brief scuttle about. A red-bellied woodpecker bangs on his morning drum.
  • June 14, 2023
    The rains continue. The last peony blossom collapsed in the night, and the last purple iris has opened. Where mowed grass had died, there’s a blush of green.
  • June 14, 2022
    Rain thickens into downpour, but a very small moth continues to fly back and forth. The evening primroses remain half closed.
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    If the sun isn’t going to shine, we still have the irises, the evening primroses, and a goldfinch fresh from his bath: a trifecta of yellow.

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