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Orange butterflies swirling around on the ground? —No. Autumn leaves. |
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Yes, winter is here: bare fruit trees; brown tumbleweeds; and frozen birdbath. |
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Sunny, warm, no wind, the end of February; winter's over. Not! |
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Penned up in the yard, running around in circles. A trapped tumbleweed. |
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A bird with white stripes in the olive tree, grooming while it softly rains. |
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A red-breasted wren standing on our backyard fence, showing his colors. |
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Our yard is full of spring grasses and wild flowers. A mini-meadow. |
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Snow on the desert? Yes, sometimes, but not tonight. That's moonlight you see. |
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I've often wondered: Why does the mouse cross the road in front of my car? |
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On the patio, chasing each other around: two poppy petals. |
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Strewn across the yard: white desert-primrose blooming. But one is yellow. |
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It's broad daylight and an embarrassed coyote skulks across the road. |
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Look: up over the snow-dusted San Gabriels, Old Baldy peaking. |
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A couple of wrens have left off their nest-building. It's time to peck lunch. |
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A bunch of spring birds swinging on springy branches of a creosote. |
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Tumbleweeds racing to who-knows-where, their journey ended by a fence. |
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First day of winter (cold winds and dying flowers), a month too early. |
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All the fall colors are there, resplendent in the autumn cottonwoods. |
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A December night. Suddenly very quiet. (—Yes, it's snowing.) |
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A walking-stick has been there on our screen all day. Not walking an inch. |
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Reds, greens, pinks and blues kaleidoscoping into the blackness of night. |
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This warm autumn day I am looking at the last primrose of summer. |
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Tulips from Holland thriving in the High Desert. Small world after all. |
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Wind and lightning— and thunder and blowing dust! Look at that cat run!! |
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Unseasonably warm for mid-February. And there's a poppy! |
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Lying on his back, he's showing us his profile: the man in the moon. |
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Two ravens in a Joshua tree conversing in alternating squawks. |
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The dark of the moon. My flashlight's beam guides my way to distant mailbox. |
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Yucca and poppy all abloom in October. Spring's second coming. |
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We know that April showers bring May flowers, but enough is enough. |
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In wave after wave, swarming across the fields— butterflies galore. |
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Two blooming poppies!! And where are all your comrades?! It is spring, you know! |
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A wounded Joshua with a broken limb that leans lifeless on the ground. |
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Too cold and windy. All the poppies are closed up for the afternoon. |
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Heavy rains! Weeds! Bugs! An infestation of wrens! What hath nature wrought? |
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Blue myrtle, orange poppies, red rose, white primrose. Bees' favorite colors. |
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After the snow: Sun, a flooding from the rooftops, and steam everywhere. |
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Above a bank of grey clouds, a silver sliver, in the not-quite night. |
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In late winter's warmth two fruit trees have new blossoms. Look, a hummingbird! |
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Ninety degrees out, but whiteness of winter is still on the mountains. |
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An overcast sky, a nice breeze, moving branches. The rains are coming. |
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Big white popcorn balls. This year is a good year for Joshua blossoms. |
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Saint Pat's Day coming. The hills have decided to show a touch of green. |
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Feathery cypress branches 'gainst a dark'ning sky. They need pruning. |
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Look, low-flying clouds (I can almost touch them) move, slowly, overhead. |
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The rainy season: Clouds every color of grey, damp sand, full birdbath. |
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Left-over raindrops glistening on a bush as the sun reappears. |
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