Category Archives: Neighborhood

Yard Food

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

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

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

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

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

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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Oxalisation

My neighborhood’s oxalisated now. The yellow blooms make carpets in the sun. To finger-rake the foliage is how we weed the yard in April, leaving none although the flowers never hurt our eyes, and clover-cool the green is soft as … Continue reading

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