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Preview: The Morning Porch

The Morning Porch

The view from my front porch every morning in 140 or fewer characters

Last Build Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2017 16:03:44 +0000


Wednesday November 22, 2017

Wed, 22 Nov 2017 16:03:44 +0000

Low and heavy clouds. A red-tailed hawk circling over the field flaps to gain altitude, ignored by a wind-buffeted flock of crows.

Tuesday November 21, 2017

Tue, 21 Nov 2017 15:30:01 +0000

Clear and still. A blue jay in the big maple drops down to the stream, and stands on the bank stabbing at the dark water with its bill.

Monday November 20, 2017

Mon, 20 Nov 2017 16:09:56 +0000

A skim of snow lingers in the shade. At the woods’ edge, a Carolina wren is holding forth while juncos forage quietly all around him.

Sunday November 19, 2017

Sun, 19 Nov 2017 14:45:21 +0000

High winds. The tall cherry stump beside the porch has finally toppled, lying on the ground with all its small holes like a cartoon monster.

Saturday November 18, 2017

Sat, 18 Nov 2017 14:41:45 +0000

Cold rain thickens into a downpour. A Cooper’s hawk lands in the top of a tall locust and sits preening and shaking, as if taking a shower.

Friday November 17, 2017

Fri, 17 Nov 2017 16:34:12 +0000

Cold and quiet. An argument between nuthatches is picked up and amplified by a pileated woodpecker. The old dog farts in a patch of sun.

Thursday November 16, 2017

Thu, 16 Nov 2017 14:38:52 +0000

Glimpses of a large, dark animal running way off through the woods, its footsteps inaudible over the wind. Great flocks of leaves.

Wednesday November 15, 2017

Wed, 15 Nov 2017 15:07:33 +0000

The sun stretches one stripe of dazzle across the frosted yard. A chickadee hangs from a goldenrod seed head, fossicking through the fluff.

Tuesday November 14, 2017

Tue, 14 Nov 2017 15:43:59 +0000

The sound of chainsaws from over the ridge. A chipmunk races up the big tulip poplar and returns to earth along the first, hung-down limb.

Monday November 13, 2017

Mon, 13 Nov 2017 15:51:44 +0000

Raindrops grow farther and farther apart until there are none. Three squirrels screech in counterpoint, a preaching choir of fear.

Sunday November 12, 2017

Sun, 12 Nov 2017 14:36:38 +0000

Cold and quiet but for the stream’s gurgle. Bare limbs are pale in the half-strength sun, as if they’d all been barked clean by a porcupine.

Saturday November 11, 2017

Sat, 11 Nov 2017 14:43:44 +0000

Bright sun, heavy frost. Down in the hollow, a screech owl calls as persistently as if it were midnight. I take deep breaths of the icy air.

Friday November 10, 2017

Fri, 10 Nov 2017 14:36:16 +0000

Among the leaves scudding past the porch, a stray snowflake. A blue seam opens in the clouds to the west where a raven is calling.

Thursday November 09, 2017

Thu, 09 Nov 2017 16:33:29 +0000

Cloudy and cold. The quiet tapping of a downy woodpecker. A deer hunter appears, his bloody quarry sliding behind him on the fallen leaves.

Wednesday November 08, 2017

Wed, 08 Nov 2017 16:41:43 +0000

Yesterday’s snow lingers in the shadows and drips and slides from the leaves, filling the treetops with rustling. Vultures spiral overhead.

Tuesday November 07, 2017

Tue, 07 Nov 2017 15:29:28 +0000

Mid-morning and the yard is seething with birds—chickadees, sparrows, juncos, nuthatches, titmice—foraging and singing despite the sleet.

Monday November 06, 2017

Mon, 06 Nov 2017 16:11:28 +0000

Rainy and warm. A paper wasp walks unsteadily back and forth on the bottom railing. Squirrels keep scolding some long-gone predator.

Sunday November 05, 2017

Sun, 05 Nov 2017 14:21:08 +0000

Fog and rain. The stream runs brown, as if to match the woods and meadow. The pink flamingo in my garden is looking distinctly out of place.

Saturday November 04, 2017

Sat, 04 Nov 2017 15:17:39 +0000

Cold with mellow sunshine. A vociferous blue jay pauses to swipe its bill vigorously against the branch and scratch its face with one foot.

Friday November 03, 2017

Fri, 03 Nov 2017 14:55:53 +0000

The traffic noise is deafening; even the crows are hard to hear. The air starts to shimmer with what Chinese call maomaoyu—fine-hair rain.

Thursday November 02, 2017

Thu, 02 Nov 2017 14:46:18 +0000

A raven flies croaking toward the sun, which is just breaking through the clouds. The rain-soaked forest is suddenly, shimmeringly aglow.

Wednesday November 01, 2017

Wed, 01 Nov 2017 15:08:55 +0000

A tulip-tree leaf under the drip line cups its portion of rain. A chipmunk hidden in the dead grass shrieks when I turn the page of my book.

Tuesday October 31, 2017

Tue, 31 Oct 2017 13:41:40 +0000

The big windthrown locust tree is nearly invisible in the high weeds. Out back, an old snake skin flutters from the branches of a spicebush.

Monday October 30, 2017

Mon, 30 Oct 2017 13:47:52 +0000

High winds after a soaking rain. The fallen walnuts in the driveway have all turned black, soggy hulls sagging like bodies in a bog.

Sunday October 29, 2017

Sun, 29 Oct 2017 13:19:40 +0000

Steady rain. A sharp-shinned hawk lands on a gray limb with his gray back to me, then darts down into the weeds, flashing October orange.

Saturday October 28, 2017

Sat, 28 Oct 2017 14:16:29 +0000

Among the died-back stiltgrass below the porch, a cluster of native deer-tongue grass has emerged, pointed “tongues” just beginning to curl.

Friday October 27, 2017

Fri, 27 Oct 2017 14:00:43 +0000

From under a hat brim ablaze with sun, I gaze out at the stiltgrass glazed with frost. Jays in the treetops. Falling acorns tick and tock.

Thursday October 26, 2017

Thu, 26 Oct 2017 13:56:18 +0000

A hint of winter in the way the dead cattail leaves hiss and rattle. But in the garden, a few coneflowers still brandish tattered suns.

Wednesday October 25, 2017

Wed, 25 Oct 2017 15:21:10 +0000

White sky, bright leaves, shivering on the branch as if in ecstasy. The sine wave of a gray squirrel’s tail and body bounding up the road.

Tuesday October 24, 2017

Tue, 24 Oct 2017 14:41:56 +0000

Red: berries on a leafless spicebush, gaps between segments of a curled-up black caterpillar, paint on the porch floor lifting like leaves.