tulip tree

Saturday December 05, 2020

Dave Bonta December 5, 2020

Patchy gray sky. A red-breasted nuthatch alights on a tulip tree limb stripped bare by a porcupine, a few bast fibers flapping in the wind.

Dave Bonta November 1, 2020

The tulip tree next to the springhouse is nearly bare, its last few leaves waving like four-fingered cartoon hands as the sky darkens to rain.

Dave Bonta October 28, 2020 1

With so many other trees bare now, the tulip poplars have come into their glory: under a dark sky, columns of softly rustling gold.

Dave Bonta June 12, 2020

A tiger swallowtail flits through the top of the tulip tree, which this year because of the late frost is bare of blooms for the first time.

Dave Bonta May 20, 2020

Overcast and cool. The big tulip tree’s few leaves not damaged by last week’s frost still wave. Beyond the powerline, a wood thrush sings.

Dave Bonta May 7, 2020

The tulip tree’s luminous new leaves flutter against the blue sky in such a way that one can almost see why foresters call it a poplar.

Dave Bonta December 29, 2019

I haven’t seen a porcupine lately, but who else could be debarking the tulip tree’s lower branches? They glow white against the rainy woods.

Dave Bonta December 10, 2019

A break in the rain. In the barberry bush, a titmouse shakes himself all over. A squirrel pauses on a tulip tree limb to scratch his belly.

Dave Bonta April 22, 2019

The tall tulip tree has burst its buds—shining green nubbins against the deep blue. Two crows chase a raven, diving, jeering themselves on.

Dave Bonta December 28, 2018

Foggy and damp. Small flies—or large midges—drift back and forth. A few branches high in the big tulip tree appear to be freshly debarked.