white pines

Thursday January 31, 2019

Dave Bonta January 31, 2019 0

Through my thick hat I can hear wind hissing in the pines, the moan of an amorous squirrel, a tree popping from the cold—loud as a gunshot.

Dave Bonta January 20, 2018

Just above freezing but it feels like a day at the beach—sun on white sand, a steady breeze, the surf-like hiss of pines, a jay for a gull.

Dave Bonta December 19, 2017

The snow nearly vanished overnight, and the bare patches of moss are shockingly green. The pines sigh and whisper like strangers at a party.

Dave Bonta April 14, 2017

‪Sunny and cool. Two crows drive a third out of the pines with a low-in-the-throat noise that would sound threatening in any language.‬

Dave Bonta January 13, 2017

‪Sunny and cold. Wind hissing in the tops of the pines. The scattered calls of chickadees and nuthatches foraging at the edge of the woods.‬

Dave Bonta November 21, 2016

High winds. The chairs huddle together at the end of the porch. Oak trees rattle; the pines roar. A sparrow flies into the wind, chittering.

Dave Bonta April 30, 2016

Thin fog. Two wood thrushes skulk around the edge of the yard. A crow finds something hiding in the pines and tries to raise an alarm.

Dave Bonta March 17, 2016 1

Trees rock and sway in the wind—still the quiet wind of winter, hissing only in the pines. The startled flute of a mourning dove’s wings.

Dave Bonta November 15, 2015

In the Sunday morning silence, I can hear the wind reshuffling fallen leaves half-way up the ridge and the long sighs of the pines.

Dave Bonta January 30, 2015 1

A few small birds are among the sideways-flying snowflakes. From the tops of the pines, two blue jays issue their usual denunciations.