Summer Weather

This morning, there were flowers! Not lots, but in spite of the wind, there were enough still intact at 9 o’clock that I captured a few usable flower photographs.


Also took pictures of clouds to the northwest of us, which part of the sky was previously obscured by the tree that was taken down, last week. The forecast high for yesterday was at first 90°F, but ended up at 88°. Yesterday’s forecast high for today was 94°, which was lowered by 4 degrees. I am hopeful. And I would welcome a warm rain just at sunset. As it is, the day where we are is sunny. Later on, there will be shadows from the cotoneasters to allow for sitting outside of the gazebo.

looking NW, trees, sky and clouds

Last night I backed up the photography archives twice, two separate external HDs. The next time that I have some money collected, I plan to get a couple of dedicated off-site storage drives and trade them off to the safe deposit box every week. Probably on Wednesdays, when we usually stop at the butcher’s shop.

I am devoting some time to visiting blogs that I have not gotten to over the past month or so. And also, I hope to write a poem or two before the clock moves into another day.

Looking Into Light

monarch (or viceroy butterfly, black & white, reverse

I awoke at 7 o’clock or so to quiet. So much more restful than waking to the sounds of the Scampers, wanting to get out “Now, please! A welcome change of context for the morning’s light.

At the end of yesterday’s last visit into the back yard to play with the Scampers, as opposed to just letting them outside on their own to inspect the perimeter for foreign aromas, I happened to see a Monarch butterfly (or, perhaps, a Viceroy) settle briefly on a cotoneaster branch to my left. I had time to take three photographs before it continued on. Shooting into the sun, the pictures were close to silhouettes.

Making a negative image of the best of the photographs, increasing the contrast, and then changing it to black and white, I finally was able to see the patterns on the butterfly’s wings. Changing the picture, changing the context.

The way that I view relationships is changing. I find myself thinking of people in the context of who and where we were, rather than in the present, where, because of changes in circumstances, activities, lifestyles, it appears that the relationship exists only in the past. In the today, conversation is cursory. An embarrassment that, after a warm greeting of recognition, turns to incidentals and then flight. Sometimes with promises of “visiting” longer when there is time. Sometimes, more honestly, not.

My “now” has turned inward and my awareness has expanded beyond myself and my circle of now-distant friends. I do not know if it would be because their interests are not mine, nor mine, theirs. We do not take time to find out. When I think of them, people I once knew and loved in a different context, I remember them (and myself) as in that different world, in which we once lived.* That framework doesn’t exist anymore. With some folks, there is an automatic rebuilding as we take time to converse and discover the new and still existing ties that connect us with the past and to each other. Less often as the distance lengthens.

I am going to pour another cup of coffee for myself and set about making breakfast. We ate out, yesterday, and I’ve half a grilled salmon dinner waiting for me in the refrigerator. I think it would be good with scrambled eggs.

Hope that your day is proceeding as you would like!

Lizl

*Context.

-*^*-

“your smile, remembered”

what were those hours and minutes
when measured against decades
of a long life well and fully lived?

a smile, briefly known and always loved,
the joy of songs and sighs and laughter
faded now in the vacuum left behind,
short-lived breeze that warmed,
then cooled again

the absence of your touch…
your lips remembered always
as soft whispers on my neck

Copyright © 2016-08-21, by Lizl Bennefeld. Originally published at my QuiltedPoetry blog.

Weekend Coffee Share | Sunday, 17 April

If we were getting together for coffee (or tea), this weekend, I would welcome the company. The week was fraught with crises and problems that were not addressable, which resulted in my passing off many responsibilities, perhaps permanently, to siblings and in-laws.

First, though, a picture (relatively large, as I’ve uploaded it) from Saturday’s mundane chores. Al spent the rain-free days, this week, severely trimming back the cotoneaster shrubs, so that we can get through to the fence without getting cut up by branches. The Scampers wanted to help.

Al and the Scamper puppies scattering seed beneath the cotoneasters
17 April 2016
Lizl Bennefeld

A large pile of brush has accumulated on the boulevard in the wake of the burst of energy. Al finally gave in and hauled the rakings to the drop-off site, even though the city is supposed to be picking such up until the first week of May. Probably changed schedule because of the early melt and spring weather. If you lived closer to me than you do, I would ask if you’d like a spinet piano. We are trying to downsize, and I seriously consider giving it away. I also have been sorting (the thousands of) books with hope of shedding at least 75% of them during Spring Clean-up Week. Donating turns out to be too complicated and involves time and effort I cannot devote to it.

If we were having coffee together, I would share with you some of the crises of the early weekdays. On Tuesday, as my father was being released from the hospital and returned home by van to the parents’ home town, I was on my way to the emergency department of the same hospital with breathing problems. The first time since 2013, I believe, that I’d gone to the ED for that particular problem. I am not recovering as quickly as I would like, and I do not wish to be making on-the-spot decisions related to my parents’ lives. That leaves two siblings who live in the same state, one in the same village and one about 400 miles away.

Part of the problem, but certainly not all, was the extended visit to the folks’ place the previous Friday, where I tried to help my mother become reacquainted with her computer. After I left, as it turns out, she could not remember (or read) which icons to click on to go to any of her activities and somehow, it seems, locked herself out of the computer. She deemed this to be my fault, even though the computer and printer worked correctly before I left their home. And so she sent one of my brothers to buy her a “less complicated” computer at Best Buy with the intention of hiring the Geek Squad to help her whenever she has problems. I find this worrisome. They are not inexpensive.

On a brighter note! Al took me out to supper, last night. [Salmon and veggies!] And brought home a spiral-cut ham, on sale from our butcher shop, and also a multi-grain, gluten-free loaf of bread for making sandwiches. And I really have quit worrying, to the extent that I can go to bed at night and sleep through until morning.

I hope that your weekend has gone well and that the coming week proceeds smoothly.

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