Category Archives: Neighborhood

Anaburbs

Posted on September 1, 2017 by sputterpub

We used to know extended families. When several generations shared a place, the seniors often bent, hands on their knees, to tend the babies. Every age of face was then familiar; cries were swiftly quelled – evolution’s strategy was met. … Continue reading →

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CC Preserve

Posted on August 22, 2017 by sputterpub

I thought I knew the neighborhood I dwelled within, when I endured that last divorce. But after weeks alone, one day impelled to take a different turn, I set my course for north – turned left – and there before … Continue reading →

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Tree Air

Posted on August 14, 2017 by sputterpub

I’m sharing air with sycamores today. The weather is the treasure we have here. Our cost of living sucks – we have to pay exorbitantly for this atmosphere. But look at it as drafts of oxygen, as walking hyperbaric therapy: … Continue reading →

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Garden Gnome

Posted on August 8, 2017 by sputterpub

My garden has a dozen shades of green, a peppering of purple, yellow, white, and red, below a jacaranda screen pale violet against the summer light. It features branches, flowers, leaves, and vines. It welcomes birds and makes the squirrels … Continue reading →

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Yard Food

Posted on July 3, 2017 by sputterpub

Fat mourning doves took breakfast in my yard today; their feathers flashed a rim of white as they enfolded landing air. It’s hard to miss how much they walk like chickens, sight like pigeons, look like dinner on short legs. … Continue reading →

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Ham on Wry

Posted on June 28, 2017 by sputterpub

I am an honest person. Like my father, I’m ethical, considerate, and fair. Of course I dabbled in dishonesty when I was a kid. But I generally did it to make the story better, rather than to avoid responsibility or … Continue reading →

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Unsettled

Posted on May 30, 2017 by sputterpub

It’s absolutely silly how upset I got about a trellis vine that died. Acceptance took three weeks – I didn’t let its symptoms tell me what they signified. I’m feeling better now all hope has flown; I paid a guy … Continue reading →

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Plant Puppies

Posted on May 29, 2017 by sputterpub

The passion flower’s otherworldly bloom, cape honeysuckle and another vine, we plan to plant today. I have the room – wisteria that I considered mine has died. For weeks I watched for buds to grow, but stunted purple petals broke … Continue reading →

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Unnecessary Walking

Posted on May 22, 2017 by sputterpub

Another gorgeous Sunday by the bay, with azure sky and eighty-one degrees. The air is light and satiny today, caressing sunblocked cheeks, uncovered knees, and arms that swing with freedom, showing sleeves of ink or naked skin. The weather’s why … Continue reading →

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Like a Broken Clock

Posted on April 12, 2017 by sputterpub

I haven’t reported about Bertilda for a while. That’s because she’s like a headache: only considered if causing pain. Most of us don’t notice when the headache eases. It took us a couple of months to realize how quiet the … Continue reading →

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