Cool And Cloudy Last Morning In April Coffee Muses
The morning took a turn almost as soon as I sat down… Phone call from son # 2. He was walking around Chester, NY while waiting on his car to be detailed. So instead of my normal muses I talked with him for the hour. Then it was in to cook a quick breakfast for the wife and I. So now I’m playing catch up here.
Before I go any further I want to wish my youngest brother and my first niece a happy birthday… Happy birthday Ronny and Amanda. I hope you each enjoy the day.
Oh, and Jeremy… Chester, NY is the birthplace of Philadelphia style cream cheese.
Since it’s so late I’m going to cut this short… Have a great, cool day.
Another Muggy, Overcast, Warm, Windy Morning Coffee Muses
Walking out this morning I was bracing for a repeat of yesterday. And, though it’s warm and humid, it doesn’t feel as bad as yesterday. The prognosticators are foretelling a bit of a change overnight. I can’t say the anticipation isn’t high.
If you look at the picture at the top of the page, just to the left of the bird feeders is a small Apple tree. The picture quality of this tablet being what it is, you can’t see it, but there are six birds perched there. One bluebird and five cedar waxwings. Yesterday afternoon while watching the bluebirds I spotted my first rose-breasted grosbeak, I was begging to think I’d missed them this year. I almost did because he was on the back side of the feeder and blended in so well.
Two months from now I hope to be back in my beloved Blue Ridge Mountains again. It’s funny what a week in the mountains can do for a person. It’s been two years and I miss my ancestral mountains, drawn home since I first discovered them on our first mountain vacation in 2004. The Rocky Mountain National Park was great last year, but the rounded, worn tops of these ancient mountains feel more like home. Back porch musings over morning coffee are just so much better as you watch the fog rising in the valleys below…
Don’t you think?
Warm, Muggy, Windy Early Summer’s Morning Coffee Muses
I was right yesterday… A yoyo is the only way to describe it. Its almost eighty again this morning… And Humid. The air is so thick it’s hazy before you get to the woods behind the house. What a laugh that last statement is… woods, just the remnant that’s left on my property of what once ran along the bayou a hundred yards deep or more for over a half mile. You could get lost in there for a whole day.
The bluebirds are still nest building in the bluebird house. The only flash of color on the mulberries is a red bellied woodpecker this morning.
I’m spending my days revisiting the family history research I did almost twenty years ago. Most of what I had still stands. Some estimated dates aren’t estimates any more. I’ve found additional generations forward and backward. Finding great-greats I didn’t know about before. DNA is leading to distant cousins, some suspected, some not, but all better matches with the DNA link.
Just last evening I found what appears to be the family of my great-great-grandmother living in the same county as my great-great-grandfather and almost next door to his cousin. While it isn’t proof, I’d say it’s pretty Damn probable. I’ll have to spend some more time today exploring 1850’s Georgia and Cherokee County in particular. Grandma Rebecca Edwards Medford I really never knew you, but I’m beginning to know you better.
Just for giggles and grins I took a selfy yesterday… And promptly broke the tablet… had to run a scan and fix on the memory card before I spotted the image today. So here you go…
And I’m gone…
Sweet, Sweet, Cool Morning Coffee Muses
Texas weather is like a yoyo. Monday morning it was in the 50’s, Tuesday morning it was 60, yesterday the morning started off at almost 80, today we are back to 60. I don’t know about you, but, personally I’ll take the 60’s. Too bad they never last…
On the avian front… The bluebirds are definitely moving into the nest box. Bits of pine needles, lengths of grass, other pieces of flotsam can be seen hanging out of the cracks. And the male and females are making constant trips back and forth. Secondly, I spotted a scarlet tanager on the neighbors mulberries. It was the attraction of those trees to the migrants passing thru that led me to plant a couple of my own “improved” varieties.
I guess I need to get moving. As much as I enjoy this morning, I need to get busy…