Coffee Break · Life Through My Windows · Nattering · Personal · Photography · Weekend Coffee Share

Cool breeze, raindrops, thunder #WeekendCoffeeShare


Welcome! I am happy that you’ve stopped by for a visit, today. Grab a cup of coffee or what you will. What’s happening? Here, the weather has been iffy, and ragweed season is in full force. The scattered rain showers help clear the air a bit, though.

Al is shopping, and I am waiting for an order to arrive this afternoon– electronics for one of his projects. I got some photos of raindrops. I must remember where I left the photo flash drives, so that I can add a few pictures from Thursday.


I participated in Ronovan Writes Poetry challenges, this week: a haiku for Monday and a sijo for Wednesday: Wild umbrellas| Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 423 and Different Paths | Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #23. I also went back for the sijo challenge prompt for the previous week.

Our older (by 3 days) Cocker spaniel, Charlie, took his turn with the vet for tooth extractions and a cleaning on Wednesday. Threw off everyone’s sleeping schedule. Both of them are currently enjoying canned beef stew with gravy, not wanting Thaddeus to be left out of the feast during Charlie’s recuperation. A couple weeks before they both return to dry food.

With the new mixture of allergens at this time of year and my spending much time in the backyard and barefoot, I think I’ve got hives on my legs, now. Contact dermatitis, I suspect. Or allergic dermatitis. Or both.

I read Modesitt’s Councilor for the third time and have gone on to others in my to-be-read list before the third novel (Contrarian?) in 2023. Mercedes Lackey’s next is the one that I wait for with anticipation. That novel that is coming out toward the end of this year.

Theoretically, Saturday and Sunday the grass will be dry enough for mowing the lawn. Hoping that we can get down another application of grass seed rooted during the rainy spell to crowd out more of the weeds, like happened earlier in the summer.

The usual weekend Zoom get-togethers on Saturday afternoon and Sunday over the meeting for worship, social time, and then meeting for worship with a concern for business, also via Zoom. (The Scampers get long naps on my lap, on Sundays.)

Best wishes for you this weekend and the coming week!

Hugs & much love,

P.S. Our host Natalie’s weekend coffee share post for this week can be found here: Postcard from St. John’s.

Good Afternoon · Life Through My Windows · Nature · Personal · Photography · Tea Time

Melting Snowdrifts | Tea after lunch

The Red River going through Fargo is a foot or so from the “Minor Flooding” mark, now, and it looks like we are not going to get to the Major flood stage at all, even with the forecasted rain. Expect that we will not get up to thirty feet at the river’s crest, here, as things stand. They quit making more sandbags as of the last shift on Friday, I think.

Last night and today have been cold enough to stabilize what’s left of the snowdrifts in the back yard, and so the Scampers have had nice runs across the snow. Al is off to have his favorite soup (lasagna) at his favorite coffee shop. I have the laundry in the dryer, and the Scampers are asleep at my feet.

I am looking at Naomi Novak’s latest book and wondering if I want to order it from eBooks dot com. While I lost interest in her military dragons series a couple books in, I did like her first fairy-tale novel. This new one is a twist on the Rumpelstiltskin theme.

Toddy coffee and a square of chocolate at waking; a heel of buttered bread and a cup of carrot-cashew soup at mid-morning. Seriously considering quinoa with cranberries and spinach and a chicken sandwich with lots of mustard after I get the laundry out of the dryer and folded.

Mixed feelings about the Global/NaPoWriMo poem-a-day happening for April. My poetry-writing group has come together for it (bring your own prompt, this time), which substitute should be better than a full months of prompts that I do not like at all.

Also, I will not be limited to haiku/senryu/tanka/&c. I was going to do warm-up poems leading into April, but only got one done. My theme—just to get me started—is “Memories”.

The dryer calls!

This sanity break is brought to you by a nice hot cup of English Breakfast loose-leaf tea.


Coffee Break · Good Afternoon · Life Through My Windows · Nature · Photography

Hot Tea for a cold winter’s day

The weather is “blizzard”, the winds are strong, the snow is deep (and also tall), and we are indoors until at least tomorrow. The drifts outside get any higher, and the Scampers will not be able to get through the doggie door.

We are settled in for the day, since the blizzard warning extends into the night. The snowplows have been pulled from the roads and highways due to lack of visibility.

Current National Weather Service page for our town:

Wind Speed N 29 mph
Barometer 30.15 in (1023.9 mb)
Dewpoint -10°F (-23°C)
Visibility 0.25 mi
Wind Chill -32°F (-36°C)

Going to heat the water for another cup of tea. And wait for the UPS truck and my hardcover copy of Modesitt’s Endgames. No way to get the front door open, however.

Got the ebook edition on the 5th from and am almost finished reading it. Oh, my! Lovely! (My tablet is recharging.)

Best wishes for your day!



Good Night · Personal · Poetry

Not the fishing opener

cold-brewed coffee, hot and sweet and chocolate
before I fall asleep

while your lips are out of reach…
one last text and one more cup

Copyright © 2018/08/09, by Lizl Bennefeld.

I have so many things I want to accomplish while the other of us heads out on the annual camping trip with the ham radio bunch. So far, I have dug out and reconnected the dehumidifiers in the basement and mulched the new wildflower plants with spent coffee grounds. I had fish for supper. I bought it instead of caught it!

The Scampers are not confined to their kennels for the duration. They are so pleased!

Tucked in for the Night

I think that we all get to sleep in, in the morning!

Coffee Break · Good Morning · Nattering

Early Saturday Morning

It’s a little after seven o’clock, and the dogs are not yet awake. Neither is Al. Al’s snoring, but the Scampers are still sound asleep. I don’t think the sun is up, yet.

We have decided tentatively on the new location for my wildflower garden that will put it into the sun a little more and remove it from the area where Al plans to build his workshop.

On the 27th we will be gathering for the care-planning conference for my mother. Most of us, by telephone. Speaking of which, I may be using a smartphone for the rest of my life; the others do not have a “Find My Phone” feature, and I’ve been using that almost daily for perhaps a year, now.

A photograph of the Scampers from July:

cocker spaniels holding onto the same stick
Scampers with Stick

Time, now, to rejoin the world. Puppies soon to wake up. I should put on coffee for Al, whose alarm clock should ring in about half an hour. I want to get out to the gazebo to put in miles on the exercise bike before the workmen get here…whenever that may be. The Toddy coffee must be decanted an hour from now.

I got caught up on the washing of dishes, last night! Totally!

Coffee Break · Good Evening · Nattering

One down, one to go

Al’s eye surgery was moved up a week, and so his first cataract surgery was performed this morning. The other will be on the eighth. He’s got a plastic shield over his right eye that he is not to have off until the doctor removes it tomorrow morning.

This week, so far, the piano playing has been sporadic, but I’ve gotten in a fair number of miles on the exercise bike, since the weather has not been quite so hot. I look forward to the weekend and the new week, with its rain and promise of cool weather and cleaner air.

The puppies and I have gotten up early on several days, and so I’ve gotten photographs of the blue wild flax flowers, scant as they now are, before the sun and shadows intrude. That leaves the colors within easier to work with for the photo art. I have discovered why the edges of some of my flowers have been so ragged. There are multitudes of tiny grasshoppers throughout the grass, and so The Scampers have been hunting both those and the crickets.

The mosquitoes have been plentiful, and so I have pretty much limited my “outside” time to the gazebo with the floor fan at my back, maintaining a strong breeze flowing through the open door. Seems that the mosquitoes are too lazy to fly upstream.

I have been adding more (but still not a lot of) tension to the resistance of the exercise bike. At the beginning, more tension for 0.2 miles, and then lighter for the next 0.3., alternating for each half mile. On Wednesday, five miles, but today only two.

There were several fun incidents with The Scampers, today. The first came when my towel disappeared from the bathroom, this morning. I went hunting it with the camera.

The second has to do with a CD (Play Fiddle Play) that I received from a poet/musician (John Reinhart) that I began supporting at Patreon, this month. Rather carried away by “Boil the Cabbage”, I danced a little jig in the living room. Charlie and Thaddeus jumped up onto the love seat and danced with me, bouncing off me to keep their balance (which they did not always manage). I was out of breath by the end of the song, but the three of us had a lot of fun! No picture of that, though.

Puppy time! Must flee!

Best wishes for your weekend,