Today’s breakfast held a nice bit of variety. Samantha and I woke up at 6:30, this morning, but didn’t get out of bed until closer to 7:30. Samantha, Flea and I went outside, where there were no crows to be seen. Great sadness!
I fixed scrambled eggs, again, but reheated yesterday’s spinach in the frying pan, once the butter had melted. I let them cook while I whisked two eggs, opened a tin of kippered fish, and heated a cup of roasted red pepper and tomato soup. As the temperature outside drops (and we’re not yet inclined to turn on the furnace until the inside temperature gets closer to 62 °F – I have several nice shawls and pachmina wraps), a cup of squash or tomato soup makes a nice alternative to cold juice. The soup also does a nice job of warming me from the inside out that is different from tea or coffee, first thing in the morning.
Samantha did not get her own plate. Great, great sadness!
The weekend was somewhat occupied by various other activities, but I did get into the garden for short time periods over the two days to take photographs of the flowers—some of which were petals fallen in the grass by the time I got to them. I also looked through some of the Wild Flax flower photos from previous years. It is interesting to me to see the variety of colors that emerge as the lighting/light quality changes.
No. 15274 (2014)
No. 25091 (2015)
Sam and Flea kept an eye out for marauding bunny rabbits while I took photographs in perfect safety.
I went to sleep far too late, last night, and almost didn’t wake up in time to put on coffee before we lost our power (someone mixed up the days, them or us, but we were expecting them to be on our street on Tuesday or Thursday). With the air filtering system off and a cloudy morning contributing to the proliferation of blue wild flax flowers, Samantha and I completed several photography trips to the back yard, where we spotted a variety of subjects. We went out together yesterday, also, but Samantha and Flea were the only available models.
Today’s models included a couple of fellows at the top of a new telephone pole erected at the far end of the yard south of ours, where the house is now for sale. We took this picture on the second outing, and did not take any more pictures once a second technician joined him when two hours of planned work stretched to three.
The leaves on our cotoneaster bushes are changing to yellow, and I expect that they soon will be showing red. The applets on their branches are popular with the birds in general, but particularly by those who do not migrate south for the winter. This evening, a lot of the mid-sized birds gathered in the half-dead cottonwood tree across the back fence from us. There was a lot of fussing and flying about when Samantha and I came outside.
Starting to Turn Color
Gathering: The Birds
Pome of the Cotoneaster
There also were several hoverflies in the wild flax flowers. Two different sizes and markings. I love the colors of these pollinators. Hoverflies, also called flower flies or sweat bees, belong to the insect family Syrphidae. The larva of some species of Syrphidae eat aphids.
Now, having gotten the laundry done, I must wash the dishes. I didn’t get through all of them, yesterday. While the power was out, our refrigerator’s temperature didn’t get up to 40 °F.
Samantha and I were out early this morning. (She woke me at 6:34 a.m.) I took photos of the wild flax flowers before the shadows had fled the garden. Now that the bunnies have left the flower garden, it is easier to take photographs. Also, because the rain and strong winds have beaten the grass practically flat, in there. There has been so much rain that the lawn is growing a whole new set of “volunteer” vegetation; if the NWS forecasts are correct, there will be no more rain until Tuesday evening, which should allow for the mowing.
Wild Flax (no. 20493)
Wild Flax (no. 20494)
Wild Flax Flower (no. 20501)
Samantha and Flea
Samantha is more actively searching for rabbits, now, but concentrating on the gap between the gate and fence at the back of the yard and also where there seems to be a widened space beneath the gazebo. The gazebo rests on/is bolted to concrete blocks; beneath are sand/gravel over plastic sheeting, with at least a six-inch clearance for rabbits taking shelter or making nests. Beneath the (non wood) flooring in the gazebo, planks with spaces between, there is strong metal mesh. The planks can be easily removed; so could the mesh, I expect, for a thorough cleaning if needed.
Wild Flax Flower (no. 20502)
Wild Flax Flower (no. 20506)
Wild Flax Flower (no. 20502)
Wild Flax Flower (no. 20508)
Wild Flax Flower (no. 20511)
After feeding Sam, I went through the photos I had taken. I deleted more than half of them, but did do some satisfying art work with some of those photos that remained. Not all were of flowers or of Samantha. I also took some snapshots across the back fence. It looks like at least two tents were pitched across the fence from us and down a lot. Friends staying, I suppose, and there not being enough room in house them indoors. I think that all the rain was done early in the evening. If they remain through the weekend, I expect I will have to stay indoors unless there is no wind, because the cooking and eating will take place out of doors. Which is just as well, because I have a lot of inside work to catch up with.
Al will be working for a couple of hours, this afternoon. With the rain gone away, I can put the plug back in the drain, downstairs, and catch up again on the laundry. Next week I am hoping to be rested enough to get back to the pistol range. Al gave my competition pistol a thorough cleaning, but I imagine that I will have to re-sight the red-dot sights. It has been too many years since I’ve gotten an eye exam. I really a couple pairs of new glasses.
Our Monday was quiet. Samantha, Flea and I took some photographs of flowers and dead leaves. Sam and Flea pretended to be explorers in the jungle; the leaves have come out on the backyard shrubs, and they like to hide away beneath the long branches, which now are sporting tiny flowers.
Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab prompt for the week is “Couple”. I do still plan to write a new poem to that prompt, but I already had such a nice one that fit the prompt, a poem of mine that I wrote for the 2007 Halloween Poetry Reading (for which I was editor, 2007-2013, for the SFPA): At Allantide. I also shared “Alien Life” as a response to the poem that Mara wrote to the prompt (just follow the link on the “At Allantide” page for Mara’s poem). It seemed fitting.
I took a long nap, this evening, and now it is at last suppertime. Or two o’clock in the morning. Or both.