Watching golf on TV, immersed in another, much warmer climate...
Golfer about to swing.
Carolina Wren's loud song
fills the green hush.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- April 30: Spring allergies
- April 29: Chives
- April 28: Cats are so neurotic
- April 27: Rain on a metal roof
- April 26: Woodchuck
- April 25: On my morning run
- April 24: Big wind
- April 23: Cats are nocturnal
- April 22: In the woods
- April 21: Ruby-crowned Kinglet
- April 20: Waiting for woodcocks at Lily Pond
- April 19: Hawks returning
- April 19: In the guest room
- April 18: Looking up
- April 17: Kinglets foraging at the library on a ch...
- April 16: Spring snowfall
- April 15: Spring mist
- April 14: Cardinalsong
- April 13: The Masters
- April 12: Back in the garden at last
- April 11: Morning phoebe
- April 10: Ragged robin
- April 9: Collage
- April 8: Unbuilding a house
- April 7: Rain in Boston
- April 6: Outside
- April 5: Snowdrops
- April 4: First outside run of the year
- April 3: Crescent moon
- April 2: What winter left behind
- April 1: Spring wind
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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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