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April 10, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Rainy and cool. An eastern towhee is urging me—according to the time-honored birders’ mnemonic—to drink my tea, while woodpeckers large and small bang their heads against the trees.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags downy woodpecker, pileated woodpecker, rain, red-bellied woodpecker, towhee
April 6, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A spit of rain in my face at sunrise, despite the lack of clouds—classic April. It’s cold. The miniature daffodils have been blooming for a solid month.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags daffodils, rain, sunrise
April 3, 2024 by Dave Bonta

In the pre-dawn darkness, nothing but the sounds of rain and water. A low rumbling comes from the hole in my yard that leads down to the stream just before it emerges into a spring.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain, stream
April 2, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Rain. Every ditch runs with whitewater. Behind the bright forsythia, a gray wall of fog swallows the trees. Nevertheless, a wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, fog, rain, stream 1 Comment
April 1, 2024 by Dave Bonta

The all-night rain doesn’t let up for dawn. The dim light spreads from the southeast, where the waning moon must be, to the east. It’s April. Fools and poets rejoice.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags dawn, rain
March 23, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Rain and fog. The birds call one at a time, as if auditioning. A sodden squirrel, grayer than gray, trots across the gray gravel road.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags fog, gray squirrel, rain
March 9, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Rain and robin song. The sky darkens. The black birches look dapper in their gray-green suits of lichen.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, black birch, lichen, rain
March 5, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Dripping at dawn has thickened into steady rain by the time I get out of the shower. The robins, cardinals, woodpeckers and wrens seem barely to have noticed. It’s spring.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American robin, cardinal, Carolina wren, rain, red-bellied woodpecker
March 2, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Rain clouds have settled in among the trees with their bodies like smoke. Wood frogs and forest salamanders must be stirring in their death-like sleep.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, rain
January 28, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Day slips in among torrents of rain. The woods are mangy with scattered patches of old snow. The gurgle of a wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, rain, snow
January 13, 2024 by Dave Bonta

After a night of snow and rain, trees rock and clatter under orange clouds. The roof drips. Scattered flakes swirl past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, rain, snow, snowflakes, sunrise, wind
December 27, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Thick fog and silence. A song sparrow pipes up just before sunrise. It gets darker again. A bluebird warbles as the rain resumes.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags bluebird, fog, rain, song sparrow, sunrise
December 26, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Rain tapering into mist and drizzle. A squirrel finds a black walnut next to the road, swiftly de-husks it and carries it away. The sky brightens. A goldfinch lisps a single note.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American goldfinch, black walnut, fog, gray squirrel, rain
December 18, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Wind seasoned with drizzle in the pre-dawn darkness. Between gusts, the distant whine of tires. A tree limb cracks, but no crash.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags rain, wind
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On This Day

  • September 15, 2025
    There’s more yellow than ever in the woods’ edge trees, in the spicebushes, in the meadows filled with goldenrod, and now the sun—the opposite of mellow among the yellow leaves of a black birch.
  • September 15, 2024
    Quiet and cool. A hummingbird hovers over the bright pink cover of my book: Phantom Pain Wings by Kim Hyesoon.
  • September 15, 2023
    43F/6C an hour after sunrise. Not a cloud in the sky. Black walnuts crash down at random intervals.
  • September 15, 2022
    A high cloud ceiling full of holes. In the meadow, one snakeroot flower nods: hummingbird.
  • September 15, 2021
    Dawn is its own thing—not just a transition, I think, as fog forms and grows. When it lifts, the no-longer-dark meadow glows goldenrod-yellow.

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