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January 8, 2024 by Dave Bonta

A gray squirrel in heat waits for her escort to chase off a rival suitor before resuming their game of follow-the-leader, now much more slowly, across the crusted snow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, snow 2 Comments
September 3, 2025January 7, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Gray above, white below: a snowbird hops atop five inches of fresh snow, noshing on goldenrod, snakeroot, and stiltgrass seeds, leaving lines of little arrows pointing backwards.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags goldenrod, Japanese stiltgrass, junco, snow, white snakeroot 1 Comment
January 4, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Snow flurries at sunrise. My canvas sleeves become collections of daggers and asterisks—a short-lived museum of the moment.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags snow, snowflakes
January 1, 2024 by Dave Bonta

Overcast and quiet before dawn. A half-inch of fresh snow sticks to everything, glowing faintly in the light of a hidden moon.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags moon, snow 1 Comment
December 20, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Clear as a bell and cold as a well, notwithstanding which the brown mountain is beginning to show through its thin blanket of snow.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, snow
December 19, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Well below freezing, with a half-inch of snow on the ground and a wind that keeps turning the pages of my book. The sun appears for a second or two through a gray eyelid of cloud.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags cold, snow, wind 2 Comments
December 11, 2023 by Dave Bonta

The western ridge is white with snow and more flakes spin down from thinning clouds, bellies turning orange against the blue. A crow kites overhead without flapping a wing.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, snow, sunrise
December 7, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A dusting of snow—not even enough to bury the moss. Three gray squirrels in a high-speed chase circle the bole of an oak, claws on bark like castanets.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags gray squirrel, snow 1 Comment
November 28, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A scurf of snow on the ground. A few fat clouds, barely moving, turn orange. A lone crow in the treetops coos like a dove.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags American crow, clouds, snow, sunrise
November 1, 2023 by Dave Bonta

Wet snow plastered to everything except the moon, somewhere above the clouds. Off to the southeast, a siren starts to wail.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags snow
March 18, 2023 by Dave Bonta

The sun guttering below a lid of utility-gray cloud illuminates a small flotilla of snowflakes. It’s quiet apart from one, highly excited wren.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags Carolina wren, clouds, snow, snowflakes, sunrise
March 14, 2023 by Dave Bonta

The porch is plastered with fresh snow; more flakes fly past without stopping. A Carolina wren holds forth from the heart of a barberry.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags barberry, Carolina wren, snow, snowflakes
March 13, 2023 by Dave Bonta

A fresh inch of wet snow, clinging to every twig—the forest refoliated in white. But already the roof has begun to drip.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags snow
March 11, 2023 by Dave Bonta

As above, so below—the ground the same white as the cloud ceiling. My thick hat excludes all but the sound of wind and birds and a train horn’s dissonant chord.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags clouds, snow, train, wind
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On This Day

  • June 11, 2025
    Cool and mostly clear at sunrise. A goldfinch chirping in pentameter. The cerulean warbler changes trees—a blue-striped blur.
  • June 11, 2024
    Cold and gray. A catbird crosses the yard with a fecal sac from one of its nestlings in its beak. A male ruby-throated hummingbird buzzes the boot soles on my propped-up feet.
  • June 11, 2023
    Rising late, I’m in time to see the last cottontail going back under the house for a mid-morning nap. Cuckoos call in the distance. Common yellowthroat. Wood pewee.
  • June 11, 2022
    Writing on the porch for a while, I am confronted, every time I look up, by three bracken fronds in my yard that have already turned yellow, like needlessly complex skeletons of fish.
  • June 11, 2021
    Overcast and cool. A titmouse appears to have developed a taste for caterpillars, circling the trunk of a walnut like a nuthatch.

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