Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-08-26

  • I get up to pick the ripe berries on the spicebush in my garden. Allspice aroma wafts up from the red drupes as I pinch them off the twigs. #
  • 9:40. The strange, pipe organ-like moan of a steam locomotive blowing the Plummer's Hollow crossing raises the hair on the back of my neck. #
  • I'd completely forgotten about it until I heard that whistle from a mile and a half away. RT @NickelPlate765 Approaching Tyrone. [9:32 AM] #
  • Had I remembered & gone down to see it, tho, I wouldn't know what it sounded like from here—a sound that haunted the hollow for 100+ years. #
  • Tent caterpillar webs billow, white as sails—still full of the dawn fog. Two nuthatches kvetch back and forth at the woods' edge. #
  • Sunbeams through the fog. The thin bull thistle beside the road with its one purple head sways ever so slightly into and out of the light. #
  • Sound is out of the east. And even first thing in the morning, the machines at the quarry sound tired. They bellow. They groan. They keen. #
  • Love after 40 doesn’t make the pop charts. It’s too absurd. http://t.co/e2shvERZ #
  • @SteveHuff The same way chickens do: one peck at a time. For the truly vicious, teeth are optional. in reply to SteveHuff #
  • A murky sunrise. Gnatcatchers high in the tulip tree dart and hover, tiny silhouettes against a cross-hatch of stratus clouds. #
  • "Fulgurite": a decidely odd look at sex on the beach. http://t.co/n0Lp99GM #
  • @Zirconium Thanks for sharing that, Peg. Much appreciated. in reply to Zirconium #
  • @mernathomas Hey, thanks for sharing that. in reply to mernathomas #
  • A small brown butterfly flutters low over the porch floor, checking out the three brown walnut leaflets, one of which trembles in its wake. #