Twitter Weekly Updates for 2012-09-23

  • From just inside the woods, a bird call I don't recognize—an anxious couple of notes. The purple asters slowly unclench to an overcast sky. #
  • Three butterfly milkweed pods have split open, and dangle clouds of down. From the neighbors', the howl and mutter of a weed whacker. #
  • Thinking there's something chewing on the leaves outside my window, I get the flashlight and discover rain. Time for bed. #
  • Fun fact: In the 18th century, porter was known as entire butt beer. #
  • "Entire" because it was a combination of 1st, 2nd and 3rd runnings, and "butt" because it was matured for months in 108-gallon casks—butts. #
  • A dozen vultures fresh from their communal roost circle low overhead, wings shining white whenever they tilt toward the sun—angels of death. #
  • @tejucole Need to change your bio, then. Unless these are all from a 1912 Nigeria. in reply to tejucole #
  • Two flocks of local geese flying in tandem, one following each ridge, skimming the treetops: their raucous cries come from all directions. #
  • Latest in my "small world" series: Wingnut. http://t.co/nYIVlv7O #
  • The walnut tree behind the house keeps knocking on my bedroom roof with its fat green fists. I start thinking fondly of the chainsaw. #
  • My mother emerges from the weeds beside the springhouse with a handful of mint. Behind her at the woods' edge, a red-tailed hawk takes wing. #
  • @EquosDesigns Spearmint and peppermint love wet places, no doubt about it. in reply to EquosDesigns #