Neil Kramer's home timeline
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The sun glints off periwinkle leaves in the yard where snow has just melted. All sounds come from a great distance: crow, woodpecker, train.
about 11 hours ago from web -
Blue sky. The snow has retreated to the northwest-facing hillside under the shelter of the trees. A train's whistle made wavery by the wind.
about a day ago from web -
Sleet rattles on the roof like a fast typist. Two deer in the springhouse meadow: when they stop moving, they vanish into the brown weeds.
about 3 days ago from web -
Out before dawn, I hear nothing but the drip of melting snow, gaze at a photographic-negative version of the woods: light ground, black sky.
about 4 days ago from web -
This morning it's the titmouse's turn to sing his spring song--an ode to tedium. I'm grateful when it's drowned out by a mob of crows.
about 4 days ago from web -
The wistful two notes of the chickadee's spring song. The gray clouds begin to turn pink. A rabbit dashes into the lilac when I stand up.
about 5 days ago from web -
The wind moves snow back and forth across the ground like a restless sculptor. Trees creak and groan: a regular machinery of discontent.
about 6 days ago from web -
Snow in progress: curtains that fall and fall until they become the show itself. A nuthatch like a prompter--its anxious calls.
about 7 days ago from web -
This snow makes it so much easier to keep track of squirrels, their mad chases on the ground, through the trees--showers of white dust.
about 9 days ago from web -
A branch breaks at the top of an oak, clatters through the too-loose grips of lower limbs and lands in the new snow's too-shallow grave.
about 9 days ago from web -
Flat white sky and a long, low rip of sound: some military jet. The first flakes drift back and forth, as if unsure of their destination.
about 10 days ago from web -
The deep, soulful croak of a raven high above the ridge, side by side with its mate, heading east. Far behind them, a rabble of crows.
about 11 days ago from web -
Another cloudless morning, marred only by the high whine of traffic. My neighbor calls with news of a bald eagle on the carcass of a deer.
about 12 days ago from web -
A thousand blemishes sparkle on the side of the white porch column perpendicular to the sun. A red-bellied woodpecker trills and trills.
about 13 days ago from web -
A wool-gray sky. This is not the blue morning we were promised! But tell it to the bluebirds warbling above the garage.
about 14 days ago from web- Sherry Chandler likes this.
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Is it overcast or sunny, warm or cold? I don't even notice. The line crew is back, and they've chainsawed the top off a dwarf pear tree.
about 15 days ago from web -
Loggers clearing trees along the powerline: chainsaws scream, then drop to a low growl. The soft thump of a tree hitting the ground.
about 16 days ago from web -
Walnut tree branches behind the house rock by turns, as if from the passage of some large animal, but it's only this warm-blooded wind.
about 18 days ago from web -
Where the fresh snow has just melted on the concrete walkway, a bright green blush of lichen. The nuthatch's three nasal notes.
about 19 days ago from web -
This could be March, were it not for the late, slow-rising sun. The powerline right-of-way is a band of yellow light through the dark woods.
about 20 days ago from web
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