Snow overnight and into the day required shoveling the front steps and the driveway. Neighbors blew away the snow on the boulevard sidewalk and leading up to the front steps. Helpful folks on both sides of us.
Not the best of weather, to look at it, but I was able to go out with the Scampers and camera without putting on a jacket.
Relaxing supper with some of Al’s folks who live here in town and across the river from us. This looks to be the last temperate day before we sink below freezing, again.
A little while ago, I heard loud crow calls. Nobody ever showed up, far as I could see, and so he sat all alone near the top of the cottonwood. I wonder where the rest of the crows have gathered (without telling him where they were going).
I have not gotten caught up on my poem-a-day challenge. Not certain if I should add my weekly Ronovan Writes Haiku to the count or not. My favorite poem for the month, so far, is about leaves:
sunshine and shadow
blown together by cold winds
darkness and light
Copyright © 2018-11-10, by Liz Bennefeld.
I was together enough to write a WeekendCoffeeShare post, this week, for my Stray Coffee Breaks blog, but still have to write a haiku for RonovanWrites.
Playing a little bit of catch-up, having been sidetracked on household chores. My online photography workshop began on Monday (a 6-week course), and I am trying to decide how to approach the material and assignments. In the meanwhile, I also am sorting through fifteen years of photo archives, looking for examples of work that…I am pulling some of it from my Facebook download and using my JPGMag account as a quick index for locating other pieces.
In the meanwhile, these are a few of the photographs that I’ve taken since my last post.
I think that I will eat a sandwich, and then settle in to put together a post to the interactive closed workshop group. Such fun! (I imagine that I am the oldest person in the class, but still am waiting for the rest to post.
In other news, I learned that Al’s last aunt, Patricia, died in the middle of the night. Pat and her late husband, children, and grandchildren are centered in the Twin Cities and the Chicago area. I believe that one of Al’s sisters will be in the vicinity and able to attend the funeral, assuming that they can make arrangements for the coming weekend. With the respiratory problems and allergy season, it’s a given that I cannot make the trek south. I need a good, hard frost or two before the pollens are gone until spring.
I have not yet gotten through the first (17-page) course outline and discussion, so I am going to have an interesting night.
Best wishes for your week!
Hoverflies, sometimes called flower flies or syrphid flies, make up the insect family Syrphidae.
Photos from Saturday:
A few photographs of Sunday’s photographs:
The smoke in the air from the wildfires has abated for the time being, and I think that the rains, last night, helped a little with the pollen. I have enjoyed getting outside with my camera. I am not certain that I will be exercising in the gazebo, today, however.
A week from tomorrow, the Photography workshop that I signed up for should begin. I am looking forward to that.
There was a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, which woke me. And so, I slept in until quite late. After eight o’clock, I think. As a result, the day has sped away. I am pleased that I took care of the laundry and household chores. Why are there always dirty dishes in the sink? On our next outing for groceries, we must also get some paper plates.
Best wishes for your day and week!
During the night hours, a thunderstorm came through the area. When I first took the Scampers out for the before-breakfast outing, I brought along my camera. In the course of taking photographs, I found raindrops coming down once more. Lovely!
The top photograph and the other wild flax flower that resembles it are growing in the south side garden, where I was in despair that nothing would grow, this year. I’ve more Baby’s Breath, a number of Blue Wild Flax, and the Plains Coreopsis; I am under the impression that the one version of the Wild Flax is annual and the other, perennial, but I do not know which, anymore. I do know that the flax plants that have the larger, smoother petals reseed like crazy. Only one of the other type showed up in this year’s backyard garden.
The only moth that I spotted today was resting on the outside of the back door, protected by the storm door. A smaller version of the other that I recently posted (on one of my blogs), but a bit darker and with sharper markings. (Ach! I will see if that photo is also close at hand.)
The weather was stormy, earlier in the week, with small clusters or lines of thunderstorms and rainclouds. This is the time of the year when the wildflowers die off in my garden. There are lots of seed pods on the blue wild flax stems. I do not know about the coreopsis, other than a few have appeared that might be from the second sowing of seeds, a few weeks back.
In the side garden, I’ve got mostly weeds, but a couple of Baby Breath plants have flowered, and also a Plains Coreopsis. Waiting to see if anything else appears from those seeds. They are supposed to be drought tolerant, once they germinate. Below are a few photos from my last outing with the Scampers, this evening.
I expect that ragweed season will soon begin, if it hasn’t already. I’ve just changed the filter in the air cleaner in my room, after Al gave it a good cleaning out. Hoping that if I stay inside on the breezy days and exercise in the gazebo (glass all around and equipped with a fan to maintain the direction of the air flow), my breathing will loosen up, again.
Hate giving up the out-of-doors for any reason, for any length of time, however short.
dawn’s deep shadows
lighten as breezes flow
clouds fade away
the dogs have overslept and
now the rabbit takes his nap
Copyright © 2018-07-29, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.
I expect to be in the back yard, again, this second day of the Air Show, waiting for the Blue Angels to fly overhead. During their rehearsal on Friday, they came right over the house. The joys of living in an airport’s flight path. The rattling windows!