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mayapples

May 8, 2016 by Dave Bonta

Clear and windy after a week of damp weather. Down by the stream, one or two mayapple flowers peek out from under their crowd of umbrellas.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags mayapples
May 1, 2015 by Dave Bonta

Buds have burst on the witch hazel, leaf-pairs clasped together as if in prayer. Dimly visible in the fog: a crowd of mayapple umbrellas.

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April 16, 2010 by Dave Bonta

The mayapples next to the creek have opened their umbrellas. We do need rain. Already, the top branches of the crabapple have caught fire.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags crabapple, mayapples, stream

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On This Day

  • December 2, 2024
    Overcast and cold. Ten minutes before sunrise, a yellow rent appears in the clouds. In the distance, the neighbor’s chickens start up a racket.
  • December 2, 2023
    Fog hides the sunrise, apart from a small opening on the ridgetop that fills with golden light. Then the gray curtain comes down again.
  • December 2, 2022
    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.
  • December 2, 2021
    It’s damp and warmish. A red-bellied woodpecker comes silently rocketing out of the woods. The creek remains mum about last night’s rain.
  • December 2, 2020
    Raw and wintry, with snow on the ground and an iron wind. I muse on the convergent evolution of “December” and “dismember”.

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