Eighty-two degrees.
After my run, how cool
the dewy bushes.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- July 31: Water Lily
- July 30: Hostas
- July 29: Hollyhocks
- July 28: Long drive home
- July 27: Grand Lake Stream
- July 26: Short run in the morning rain
- July 25: Cacophony
- July 24: Haiku on Hatchet Mountain
- July 23: My mother's deer
- July 22: After seeing the movie "Before Midnight"
- July 21: Early morning at the camp
- July 20: Watching my husband fishing on the pond
- July 19: One wakes early on these hot summer mornings
- July 18: Rainfall breaks the heat wave
- July 17: True love
- July 16: Dog Days
- July 15: Alder flies
- July 14: After the party
- July 12: Under the tent
- July 11: Ripening and blooming
- July 10: Country roads
- July 9: Chilly fog descends after days of heat
- July 8: Tomato plant
- July 7: Seen in passing
- July 6: Early morning run before it gets too hot
- July 5: Fiona's birthday
- July 4: Joy of waking to sunshine on a summer holiday
- July 3: Holiday weekend begins
- July 2: Entropy
- July 1: Summer marsh
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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