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March 8, 2026 by Dave Bonta

We may have lost an hour from our phones, but at least the nukes haven’t started flying yet. The half moon sets. A few drops of rain darken the sidewalk. I am regarded gravely by a red squirrel.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Daylight Savings, moon, rain, red squirrel Leave a comment
March 3, 2026 by Dave Bonta

Rain at one degree above freezing. How sweet it must taste to the daffodil bulbs awakening in the thawed garden and the wild onions stirring at the meadow’s edge.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain 1 Comment
January 7, 2026 by Dave Bonta

The thaw has come, and the ground is mostly earth-colored again. A breeze springs up, spotting my glasses with rain. The sound of traffic.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags I-99, rain
December 19, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Warm, torrential showers overnight have reduced the snow to a few, scattered patches. The clouds thin—a radiant break in the rain.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain, snow
November 30, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Gloomy and still. The faint rattle of something like rain, that soon turns into something like snow and peters out. A distant honking of geese.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Canada geese, rain, snow
November 26, 2025 by Dave Bonta

The rain peters out not long after sunrise. Fog retreats up the hill. A ladybird beetle wanders the folds of my barn coat.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fog, ladybird beetle, rain
November 25, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Light rain as the sky grows light. Two screech owls call back and forth, trill answering quaver, just as the Carolina wrens do a few minutes later.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, rain, screech owl
November 22, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Drizzle at sunrise. Rain-slick tree trunks shine in their green sleeves of lichen. The sky shows signs of breaking up.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags lichen, rain, sunrise
November 8, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Mostly clear after last night’s rain. A flat-tire moon hangs low in the west. The wingbeats of a raven are, for a few moments, the loudest sound.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags moon, rain, raven
October 31, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Cold wind seasoned with rain—almost maritime weather. I sit in my old barn coat like a barnacle, listening for the approach of dawn.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain, wind
October 30, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Hard rain easing off by mid-morning. The sky brightens. A junco by the springhouse warbles its most complex song.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags junco, rain
October 20, 2025 by Dave Bonta

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.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags goldenrod, rain, white-throated sparrow, wind
October 13, 2025 by Dave Bonta

Steady rain from heavy clouds, with the seeming glow of orange and yellow leaves in lieu of a sunrise. A drenched gray squirrel beside the porch peers up at the sky.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, gray squirrel, rain, sunrise
October 12, 2025 by Dave Bonta

From hard rain to a shimmer of drizzle to almost-sun by late morning, I have sat with a wounded foot propped up on the porch railing like an unlucky rabbit, taking whatever comes.

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On This Day

  • March 9, 2025
    Clear and still, despite the madness of clocks losing an hour. Woodpecker drums. A squirrel rummaging through last year’s leaves.
  • March 9, 2024
    Rain and robin song. The sky darkens. The black birches look dapper in their gray-green suits of lichen.
  • March 9, 2023
    Crystal clear and quiet from moonset to sunrise and beyond. The sine wave of a pileated woodpecker’s flight through the trees, each widely spaced flap…
  • March 9, 2022
    Snow. I’m just in time to watch the ground disappear. The woods’ edge slowly reverts to winter calligraphy: broad brushstrokes of white ink.
  • March 9, 2021
    Almost warm, and the sky almost clear. Two chipmunks sit two feet apart on top of the wall, staring off in different directions.

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