Divinebunbun's Rugged Rural Missouri

Divinebunbun lives in a log cabin on 100 acres in the rocky Ozark foothills. Her porch is a box seat on nature and the seasons. This is her journal of chores and mysteries, natural history photos, and observations.

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Friday, May 7, 2021

I Do Wrong, and Then I Do Right

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A plump bumblebee buzzes bounces all day in front of my door every spring and summer, upward and down, and then moving laterally, persistent...

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

What If I Said Yes?

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I let errands pile up until I have four or five, then drive to town to do them, and yesterday, as the snows melted in the February sun, came...

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Happiness is a Warm Gun

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I'll call it guano. Birds at my feeders left several spots on my porch screens, and just as you don't leave guano on a vehicle or yo...

Monday, April 8, 2019

Nests

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Without screens for 19 days the Divine Cabin looked like a skull, or a jaw without teeth, or eyeless, or simply shabby, conked-out, or ab...

Friday, March 22, 2019

The Old-Timey Screens

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The screened porch is 50 percent of the reason I live here, and I'd patched its holes for years but last summer so many that fresh scr...

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Divinebunbun: A professional writer and editor, I love rural living, fresh vegetables, stargazing, May and June, cooking and hosting, and birdwatching.

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