Category Archives: Home

Tower Fan

Posted on August 22, 2020 by sputterpub

I can’t remember when I bought this fan – a tower that can radiate the air: create a V-shaped breeze for pre-set span of operation, placed most anywhere. I used to use it for the dozen days a year, when … Continue reading →

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Still in My Room

Posted on August 21, 2020 by sputterpub

I wonder was my mother scared of me; I think she was expecting someone less. By far the youngest in her family, she never thought I’d bring her so much stress. I wasn’t good at tractable or sweet. She called … Continue reading →

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Fern Volunteers

Posted on August 17, 2020 by sputterpub

This year, beneath the young persimmon tree, a clutch of ferns unfurled. They seemed to feather symbiotically: beginning tightly curled, and opening beneath the summer shade, like fans abutting bark, retaining earth near roots the tree has laid within the … Continue reading →

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A Little Liveliness

Posted on August 16, 2020 by sputterpub

The COVID quiet’s punctured now and then by sounds of interaction near my home. Across and up I hear the sounds of men where only women dwell. My neighbor’s door is propped ajar – I see her figure when she … Continue reading →

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My Little Estate

Posted on August 10, 2020 by sputterpub

I moved back in here 15 months ago and wanted to declare the job complete, but then I watched the punch list start to grow as imperfections surfaced in the neat appearances that pleased in gross but not on close … Continue reading →

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Thrummingbirds

Posted on August 7, 2020 by sputterpub

I never saw so many hummingbirds in 13 years of living by this yard. If I’d attempt to put their sound in words, I’d mention “thrum:” soft tongue upon the hard- called palate right behind the upper teeth. I hear … Continue reading →

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Furniture

Posted on August 6, 2020 by sputterpub

Considering the way I use outside, I know I want a bench and table there. I picked a set IKEA advertised, but couldn’t get it shipped. I shopped elsewhere. I found a better set and paid with card (and started … Continue reading →

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The Napping Chair

Posted on August 4, 2020 by sputterpub

At last I own the perfect napping chair. It took a lifetime to acquire this upholstered seat abutting shaded air affording back support and ankle bliss. The view from it is manna for my eyes, although its comfort bids my … Continue reading →

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Scat

Posted on August 1, 2020 by sputterpub

My yard is rodent-rich and bird-endowed, and harbors skunks and possums frequently, but we decided deer are not allowed – they munch too many blossoms. So we built a gate atop the entrance steps that cowed the eaters of our … Continue reading →

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My Hermitage

Posted on July 21, 2020 by sputterpub

My hermitage was built last century – three score and sixteen years ago (they say, who keep a file on the property). Constructed as a guest house then, today the Codes would not permit my place to be so on-the-edge … Continue reading →

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