Tea at Bedtime | #WeekendCoffeeShare – 30 Sept. ’17

Painted Lady on a Black-eyed Susan flower in the garden
Painted Lady in the Garden

If we were having coffee together, this evening, our visit might be a bit short. I’ve gotten sleepy, and I just might fall asleep before I finish this post. There is left-over coffee that can be heated, if you’d like. Also, I could brew some decaf or pour you a cup of black tea. I am having Irish breakfast tea, brewed strong, because I dare not take antihistamine again so soon. While the pollen counts are low, I am still spending too much time outside.

If we were having coffee together, or in my case, hot tea, I would confess that Friday was a busy day. Al finished digging the trench for the electrical power conduit, and I helped feed the wires through it to the woodworking shop. We’re now ready to call the inspector have the work checked before we fill in the trench.  We then wandered out to do some last-minute shopping. The Scampers needed more food in the house, so that they can have breakfast in the morning. As for me, I needed some more green salad makings and brick cheese, and the store where we usually buy groceries doesn’t carry greek yogurt in the brand that doesn’t have extra ingredients added to it, so there was another stop to make a long the way.

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would mention that I sent in my three tanka for this week’s assignment, and again, the instructor’s observations were helpful and encouraging. I thought I might share a couple of the poems that I wrote, this past week. The tanka are more comfortable for me to write because they have fewer restrictions; they seem to allow more variety and informality. Or perhaps I am compulsively formal in writing haiku, which I feel I need not be with the tanka.

i.

quiet room
one picture on the wall
familiar
pasture, autumn trees
memories still too close

ii.

a Painted Lady
finds my tickseed flower
the shutter clicks
her cameo appearance
in my photograph

iii.

puppies asleep
by bowls and tennis balls
my empty lap . . .
soon enough they’ll wake
warm tongues and wagging tails

Copyright © September 2017, by Elizabeth (Lizl) Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

These three weeks have gone by too fast. I’ve received the guide/assignment for week 4, the last week of the online workshop on Japanese poetry. I will continue to write both the haiku and the tanka poems. I hope that I will do a much better job of it, now, especially the haiku, than I have over the past fifty years. There is a depth to the terseness that is awesome.

If we were having coffee together, this evening, I would regretfully say, “Good night!” The Scampers are sound asleep, and so is Al, finally. I’ve only, now, to pick out a photo for this post, and I can turn in, too. A lot of time is saved for productive activities; I seem to have quit watching television, and I never did listen much to the radio. I am actually going to bed, again tonight, having washed all of the dishes, silverware and cooking pots of the day.

I hope that you have a wonderful weekend and a successful week. Thank you for stopping by. I look forward to visiting with you again next weekend, if not before.

Best wishes,
Lizl

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16 September ’17 – A Wet, Rainy Weekend | #WeekendCoffeeShare

Cotillion Butterfly on an Irish Daisy

Welcome to my blog home for Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Diana at Part Time Monster Blog. (According to her tweet, three hours ago, their Internet is down, and so there will be no “linky” on her page, this weekend, or a coffee post from her.)

If we were having coffee together this morning, I would let you know that although it’s getting on toward lunchtime, my husband is out in the back yard in his new workshop, showing it off to a ham radio buddy. There’s Irish Tea, Tetley Tea (black), and Toddy coffee concentrate, for which I can heat water, milk, or both, as you like. I’m minding the dogs, eating cheese and unsalted almonds, and not paying much attention to the outside world.

If we were having coffee together, I would invite you to the back yard (right now, the rain is not heavy enough to require an umbrella) to show off the progress we have made, this week. Al and I got the last of the siding up, yesterday morning, and he’s gotten a good start on applying wood putty and sanding; we have the paint for primer and outer coat, but he’s decided that he also needs to paint the concrete floor before anything else happens. I am on a roll with getting blog posts written and poems tweaked, and so he’s volunteered to add the grocery shopping to the end of his list.

If we were having coffee together, today, I would tell you that I’m very happy I signed up for the workshop I’d mentioned. I finished my first week’s writing for the four-week Introduction to Japanese Poetry workshop I enrolled in, last month. This week’s assignment is to write more haiku, read some essays on haiku, and go back to writing haiku according to the guidelines presented in Week #1’s assignment. Two poems I wrote this week that I did not submit to the instructor for critiquing. (Only sent the best three of the lot.)

a Cotillion lands
on the Irish Daisy in my lens–
a cameo appearance

puppies, fast asleep
midst bowls and tennis balls…
my empty lap

Copyright © 11-16 September 2017, by Elizabeth (Lizl) Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

I have started (and stopped and started again) responding to WordPress daily and weekly prompts at my WordPress site The Art of Disorder. The weekly photo challenges I responded to are Waiting and Structure, and the Daily Prompt (today’s) is Recreation. I also follow the Ronovan Writes Haiku weekly challenge, but I have left them at QuiltedPoetry.net. The 20-day self-directed WordPress class on Everyday Inspiration has been completed and can be found at Lizl’s Quiet Spaces Journal.

This has been an emotional week, first to last. On Monday, Al and I attended my aunt Marion’s funeral and interment at the old church in a village on the rural mail route my father covered for so many years. Inspired by meeting two cousins from the West Coast that I hadn’t seen since 1969, and whose contact information I didn’t even think to as for, and the widow of a Marion’s other son, who died in 2001, along with their two sons. If we were having coffee together, I would tell you that I was able to get an email address for another cousin living in the same area, who had been in correspondence with my brother in Minneapolis, and she and I are now “Friends” on Facebook. A lot of my father’s siblings moved to the Seattle area and Alaska (Eagle River area) after the end of WW II and/or the Korean War and continuing. His youngest sister was only a couple of years ahead of me in school, although I did not know it at the time.

I would tell you about my discovery that relatives on my father’s side of the family have tried to get contact information for myself and siblings over the years, but my mother would not give out any information. And of course, she did not mention that requests had been made. Mother was a very private person, and that sense of privacy extended to protecting information about her children and following generations.

If we were having coffee together, I would enjoy just sitting with you in the shelter of the gazebo, a few steps from the woodworking shop, listening to the wind brushing the leaves of the hedge behind us and the raindrops that soon will be beating against the shingles of the gazebo roof. There is something about sitting in silence (or lying in bed near an open window at night), listening to the wind and rain, cricket sounds, and birds murmuring to each other in the dark, that washes away the muscles’ stress and the clamor of the next day’s activities waiting to be worried.

Thank you for stopping by, this weekend. I enjoy our visits and look forward to our getting together again.

Best wishes for your week!

Lizl