Wednesday Afternoon’s Flowers

This has been an altogether wonderful day. It’s a bit chilly, outside. After all that was necessary, the Scampers decided to rest a while, midmorning, and then fell asleep. Didn’t wake up again until Noon. So, trapped in my chair, my puppy being on my lap, I reread Intrigues by Mercedes Lackey, which was on my telephone Nook-Book reader.

In the afternoon, I made out my food diary for the day to that point. We went shopping for odds and ends and came back with a tuna steak, two or three tubes of caulking, peppercorns and cayenne pepper. (I must empty the cupboard of the very old herbs and spices. Neither Al nor I can find what we want, anymore.) Cooked the peppercorns in olive oil and butter, and then put the tuna into the frying pan on top of that with the kosher salt and the cayenne pepper.

Al’s enjoying his summer project, building his woodworking shop in the back yard. I am reading some chapters in a book on bereavement theory loaned to me by my grief counselor. It’s a nice break from poetry and routines. We have decided to meet at least one more time. That will be at the beginning of June.

I am looking forward to flowers growing in my wildflower garden, this year, having pulled up the White Campions that rode in with the loads of dirt banked around the house, the same summer that the egress window was installed. The rabbits ate a lot of the tulip leaves before the flowers opened; I am glad that we got lush grass, which they prefer, before we lost any of the plants.

Best wishes!


Best Friends

Samantha at my Feet, Not Long Before Her Death

I’m sharing this post from my poetry site, since the first thing I did after taking the picture was to write a poem about it.

Quilted Poetry

Rabbit tracks over the front steps Early Morning Caller

“Best Friends”

Bunny, did you knock upon
the door at five A.M.
hoping that Samantha would
come out to play, again?

The door I did not open,
though the kitchen lights were on.
I let Samantha sleep and dream
fond dreams of you and summer’s fun.

You wake up all the neighborhood
when you two join in play.
She hounds you through the yard
and through the back fence, she will bay.

And then I grab my trusty shawl
and hunt around for shoes
and wonder what the neighbors think
of all the noise…the two of you!

“Best Friends”. Copyright © 2016-01-12,
by Lizl Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

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Honey Bee in the Thistles

honey bee seeking nectar from a common thistle flower amonst others
Thistle and Bee

And an update on the bunny rabbits in our back yard. This morning their mother came to take them on an exploration of the wider neighborhood &$151; or perhaps just to get them out of Samantha’s way. We’ll see if they are back here again this evening. I discovered that there were three bunnies rather than just the two. I caught a photo of two of them just after they had crossed the street in front of our house, and then a third bunny came scrambling out from a parked car about ten feet from me and ran to catch up with the other two. The mother rabbit had gone out of the yard by another route in the meantime.

two bunnies, about a month old, sitting in the shadows across the road from our house
Two Bunnies in the Shade

Bee in the Thistles

emerald bee, upper left, amongst the thistle flowers

emerald bee on a purple thistle flower

While we were in the back yard, waiting for the Blue Angels to fly over our house (rehearsing for the weekend’s air show), I took some photos of the thistle flowers in the garden, which included an emerald bee. I do so like them!

The rabbits are still alive and well, and managing to avoid Samantha. I’m only seeing one at a time, but I’m trusting that both are still there, dividing their time between the garden and their new burrow. The clover is widespread, right now, with moist leaves and white flowers. I haven’t seen their mother inside the fence recently. Don’t know if she still looks after them, but they are old enough to have been weaned, and they’re able to move pretty much freely most of the time. Samantha (cocker spaniel) is fairly good about coming when I call, unless she and the bunny are actually staring at each other at the time.