If we were having coffee together | Sunday, 31 January

the half moon seen through the willow tree's branches
Moon in Branches

If we were having coffee together, this morning, I would have to heat water, right now, for either Toddy coffee or tea. Somehow, Saturday got lost in the haze, and I left many things undone, again. Tea and toast for me, I think. Perhaps some strawberry preserves from a local producer and sold at the butcher’s shop, which has lots of nice extras. On Wednesday we stopped in to buy a beef roast for the Crock Pot, and so Al and I have been eating lots of pulled beef sandwiches since then.

The antibiotics have done nicely in helping to heal the abscess on my leg. There was only a slight touch of elevated temperature throughout, but I did not get out a lot. Last night, around 11 o’clock, I did ask Al to take me to the local Denny’s, just to get out of the house. He ordered coffee, and I, black tea and a banana split. It was very good for my spirits. I felt less disoriented afterwards.

If we were sharing coffee today, I would tell you about a fun couple of hours on Friday evening, writing poetry. Melissa (@thearanartisan) and I both take part in RonovanWrites’ weekly haiku challenge, and on Friday evening, after she had posted her response to the challenge, I came back with an answering haiku to her own, which posed a question. We wrote haiku back and forth on her FB page sporadically, throughout the evening. She was still up, baking cakes, in the middle of the night (extra eggs laid by the poultry). We quit at about 3 o’clock, her time. I think. It was fun! (That would be the Trees & Rainbows” post at the bottom right at Quilted Poetry.)

If all goes well, sometime toward the end of the week, we will stop in at my folks’ place, at which time I will attempt to get her computer printer working. And/or install the new one that she ordered, but which installed in French. I think. Some finger poking without reading the directions on the screen must have taken place. We are also ordered to bring 12 dozen eggs and 4 cartons of Old Home yogurt. My father has declined to drive out of town for grocery shopping, this winter, and the local supermarket does not carry non-store brands, which sinks following a gluten-free diet. I can offer you homemade yogurt to go with your coffee. I made two batches, this week! Also, g-free chocolate chip bars. I picked up two packs, 4 each, at the grocery. The local g-f baker’s products are sold there on special displays and also in the natural foods/gluten-free section.

Thank you for stopping by! I hope to drop in at your site, later in the day.

Hope you’re enjoying the weekend!


Don’t forget to visit Diana’s blog for her post and the InLinkz for other Weekend Coffee Share folks.

A poem – “Mouse Dreams”

Snow and ice over long grass
First Snowfall

“Mouse Dreams”

Beneath the covers
of snow and multicolored
leaves, mice dream warm dreams.

Grasses form their beds,
gathered on thick mattresses:
sweet, late-summer seeds.

In winter colors,
now, the world is white and black…
brown in hope of spring.

Copyright ©  2015-11-16, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.

Most field mice don’t make it to their second year of life, but in protected areas they can live years longer. As in our house as we were growing up.

There were lots of cats in our home, and they came and went as they pleased. And so Mother Cat would go outdoors of an evening, catch a field mouse or house mouse, and bring it inside (with our mother’s cooperation) and dow into the basement, where she would gather her kittens around her and teach them how to attack a mouse. Inevitably, some mice were wiser and more skillful at getting away from kittens than the kittens were in catching mice.

And so we had a mouse population long after the last of the cats had died and been buried. I was fortunate not to have personal encounters with them. I did, however, keep pet mice for some years. Mice are nice people. — Lizl

I wrote this for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #71: Cover & Color, but it really belongs here. I am not sure these three haiku qualify as “fleeting moments” involving nature…Unless the mice are dreaming about summertime and running through the green grass.

I probably need more coffee. Good morning!