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April 26, 2019 by Dave Bonta

Steady rain. In the yard, right where the biggest snowdrift had sat, a small clump of pale-yellow mushrooms has appeared.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags mushrooms, rain
September 29, 2018 by Dave Bonta

A rare sunshiny morning. A blaze-orange cap emerges from the woods: the resident naturalist, bearing a bag full of maitake mushrooms.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Mom, mushrooms
April 26, 2017 by Dave Bonta

‪Three clumps of pale mushrooms have appeared in the yard, one bearing an old leaf aloft like an extra parasol. Waves of lilac scent.‬

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On This Day

  • October 20, 2025
    Wind and rain at dawn. Half an hour before sunrise, a great twittering erupts from the meadow as hundreds of white-throated sparrows, sheltering deep in the goldenrod, begin to awaken.
  • October 20, 2024
    Patches of frost in the yard. The old lilac at the woods’ edge has chosen this time to partially re-leaf after the summer’s drought: half-sized, bright green leaves against the thinning trees.
  • October 20, 2023
    Between dawn and sunrise, a small rainstorm’s pleasant susurration drowns out everything else. As it eases, a Carolina wren takes over, caroling in a minor key.
  • October 20, 2022
    Dawn brings a chittering of sparrows from the meadow. It’s cold. Frost edges the periwinkle leaves.
  • October 20, 2021
    Sunrise inches forward, chirp by chirp: towhee, white-throated sparrow. A rabbit gazes at me from the end of the porch with eyes dark as cisterns.

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