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first snow of the year using my inside voice
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The tag cloud at my Morning Porch blog is a surprisingly good guide to where I live (especially since I tag practically every proper noun)
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According to @keystonetrails it’s National Take a Hike Day, so here are some highlights from a week of hikes in Penn’s Woods
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wild millet nodding in the wind now that we’re old Snapshots from a hike up Bell’s Gap on the rail-trail and off. The Bellwood reservoir dam reconstruction finally appears complete, and the reservoir is about half-full.
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election day the wind trying each dead leaf * election night getting used to the scent of fresh manure
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Koan
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end-of-October photo dump
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Eight new political mailings since Monday! On the one hand, I deplore the waste. On the other hand, I’ve never felt so sought after.
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According to lesser-of-two-evilism, ethnically cleansing our own population is self-evidently worse than underwriting ethnic cleansing in a client state. It’s your civic duty to vote for technocratic fascism!
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Fall foliage is at its peak of color in Plummer’s Hollow. Also, the other day I found a rock oak (Quercus montana) with a root embracing what I can only assume is its pet rock.
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election season again this cloud of gnats #haiku #monoku #haiga
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This is why I prefer the name ‘rock oak’ to ‘chestnut oak’. Quercus montana always finds a way to rock out.
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The Legend of Sleepless Hollow insomnia is a well as bright as an October moon i lower my bucket it comes back with ground fog day breaks over eyelashed horizons the sleep i didn’t get leads me on through the morning like the proverbial donkey
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a very good mail day
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It’s freaky time for the fungus Hericium erinaceus. Bearded tooth is one of the common names, so I thought I should get some shots from underneath. I have to say I sensed a certain wariness in my subject, but I assured it for the second year in a row that
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Tales of Hoffman at @metopera - an entirely accurate portrayal of a poet. LOL The mezzo who played his muse stole the show IMHO: Vasilisa Berzhanskay in her Met debut. Thanks to @thestatetheatre_pa for the simulcast
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Raised by Trees Before my salad days, I was sour as cabbage. I grieved as publicly as a mower for its meadow, cried on every occasion—a virtuoso of tears. Except, my mother noted, when she took me to the woods: as the sky filled with leaves, my last tear
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For Halloween this year, I’m going as myself
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Some snapshots from the past two weeks
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Just found out from a friend that this gorgeous decomposer fungus I’ve been seeing more and more of on dead oaks is called Asian Beauty and is spreading like wildfire in the eastern US and Canada, out-competing native decomposers. https://ift.tt/aDxyHmW
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The Silent Walk a poem in response to a blog post by my friend Beth Adams https://ift.tt/UH6iDO9 at the heart of a hike another cup of tea where a tree frog plays his solitary gambit everything drips except the hawk dropping in after squirrels
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picked up a new copy of Donald Walsh‘s translation of Neruda’s Residencia en la Tierra and found that @ndpublishing had added this delightfully cranky introduction by the late, great Jim Harrison
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The section of the woods I call the moss garden was full of death angels today. The camera in my phone doesn’t quite know what to do with them, too deathly pale against the rain-darkened moss — they throw the white balance completely off. I pass a porcup
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I love walking in light rain and fog, especially this time of year, so I was pleased to find a pair of rubber rain boots that are comfortable for long walks on steep and challenging terrain. Saguaro’s Brisk Ⅰ - Barefoot Rain Boots are sturdily built with
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September in Plummer’s Hollow
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Bad Faith from fact to faction a gathering of teeth the jaw with its standing stones like a henge on hinges offerings of food reduced to a few hard words for a songless tongue is heavier than the devil and unkissed lips miss that lipstickine
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The circus comes to town because it’s lost. When the raven croaks my name—Dov, Dov—I have just drunk the last drop from my thermos and am staring at my reflection in the mug’s glossy black plastic. I can make out the sunlit tip of my nose like a shark’s f
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Curl of an ache: six haiku trail turning dappled salamander tail curl of an ache an oak burl one watery eye between them conjoined oaks the shine of white- haired youth tussock moth winding up here wild grapevine ravished by the wind moth
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Thanks to Chandra Bales for including this as part of a month-long focus on migration at The Haiku Foundation.
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Currently blooming or fruiting down in the hollow: clearweed, American spikenard, Canadian blacksnakeroot, naked-flowered tick-trefoil, horsebalm, wood nettle, fairy candles, wood asters, orange jewelweed, white snakeroot, and jumpseed.
