Monday, December 11

Pleasantly cool in the sun on this morning coffee muses.

The birdsong is loud this morning. I had a visit from the winters first Goldfinches. A dozen or so are on the back feeder off and on. The must have seen the welcome I posted in the snow…

They are even landing on the butterfly weed five feet away to wait their turn.

Now it’s the chickadees turn at the feeder. The blue jays are feeding in the pine trees…

As you can see from the photo at the top of the page, there’s still a lot of green hanging on in the red oak.

There’s a woodpecker letting me know he’s about in the remnant of the woods out back. It’s getting harder and harder for them to find nesting holes in what’s left growing along the bayou.

It’s almost time to turn on the ceiling fans if I’m going to stay out here. The sun is warming up this pocket of stillness quite nicely. If I’m going to get up for that I might as well get a refill while I’m at it. And to think, it was just Friday morning that I was sitting here enjoying a winter wonderland of snowy vistas… back in a minute.

Better… I also took the opportunity to move the rocker back into the shade of the corner porch post.

I hear a phoebe calling softly out back.  Bluebirds keep cooing their happy little trill. Yellow-rumps are playing chase around the yard.

I just spotted a large chestnut brown bird under the edge of the cedars… from the look it must have been a Brown Thrasher. From the size and shape to where I saw it right down to the song I’ve been hearing all morning… it all matches the description. I’ve spotted a few times in the yard, but they never stay in sight for long.

The sun is getting harder to dodge by the minute… time to head in.

 

Sunday, December 10

After the winter preview morning coffee muses.

The polar air has moved on for a while. And while the thermometer says it’s in the low forties on the front porch, out here in the sun on the back porch it’s shorts weather.

The prognosticators are foretelling of highs in the sixties and the seventies for the next ten days. Even the lowest lows will be in the upper thirties, most will be in the forties. Next Saturday it’s forecast that the low will be 58°… high of 70°.

Oh well, at least we had a morning of real winter… can you believe it, we’ve already had a snow.

Not much else to say about the morning… a train is moving down the tracks, birds are singing, the level of traffic noise is negligible… it is Sunday morning after all. Blue skies, bright sun, a jet passing overhead… grandkids squabbling in the house.

It’s time to cook breakfast…

Saturday, December 9

It’s a totally different white on the ground for my morning coffee muses.

Frost is rapidly melting wherever the sun is shining. Dripping from the trees, returning the grass to green. Sunny and bright, this day is beginning so much different from yesterday, but boy is it cold out.

When I went to bed about 11 last night, the weather station in the open yard was already reading 29°. I’m sure it got colder. Especially when I see this much frost on the ground. Many years we don’t see a single frosty morning.

My guess is we will see a lot of the leaves hanging let loose and drop in the next week. Sadly, that will make my mornings noisier. Without all of the leaves the bypass road noise will come thru clearer and clearer. It’s already pretty loud this morning.

It has been a pretty long time since I’ve been able to see my breath this clearly. It must still be pretty cold out here. Though, the sun makes it feel warmer.

I can hear two different train whistles announcing themselves. One is fairly close, the other is off in the distance but getting closer.

The birds are much happier this morning. I’m hearing chirps and songs from every direction.

Coffee’s about gone and so am I…


 

Friday, December 8

A Early Snowy Morning Coffee Muses.

It’s almost 5 a.m. and I’ve been up and outside for a half hour now. On a early morning trip to the bathroom I glanced outside through the window and was surprised to see a White wonderland outside. It had snowed overnight… And, as I sit here on the back porch, it’s still snowing. Mostly it’s small little snowflakes, but there are flurries of the big floppy flakes too.

I’ll post pictures once I go in and upload them to the computer.

The meltdown begins…

the ramblings of my brain over that first cup… and other meanders