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Thursday, March 23

Sun And Clouds Morning Coffee Muses

Sun And Clouds Morning Coffee Muses

That spider I spoke to on Tuesday… he strung his web across the opening of the porch in front of me. He’s actually in the photo above but I doubt you can pick him out from the background of the red oak.

For the last few days I’ve been watching blue jays congregate at the base of the cedars. I couldn’t figure out what they were doing until i pulled out the binoculars. They are gathering nesting material. I guess the glut of blue jays in the neighborhood is about to get bigger.

I  keep hearing bluebirds singing in the backyard, I don’t see them often, but it’s good to know they’re here. I just watched a male check out one of my bluebird houses. I’ve had four houses set in two different styles for about five years. They see a lot of traffic each year… lookers, no takers. Though this past winter I cleaned out most of a nest from one… it looked unused, but hey, at least it was in the running.

The live oak at the edge of the woods is dropping leaves like a rain shower. Live oaks are different, they hold their leaves through the winter and then after almost every other tree has leafed out in spring they shed all of their leaves at the same time the new ones are coming out. So they end up looking shabby for a couple of weeks as the old and the new intermingle. About that live oak, I planted it probably fifteen years or so ago from a group of seedlings I got from the Arbor Day folks. Since they are from the Midwest, this tree isn’t like our native live oaks. The one thing I’ve noticed over the years is it throws the densest shade I’ve ever seen from a tree. In the years it’s been in the ground it’s grown to over twenty feet tall and wide.

Coffee’s gone, time marches on. It’s a beautiful day to enjoy on the back porch, but, other things are calling my name.


Wednesday, March 22

Foggy Midweek Morning Coffee Muses

Foggy Midweek Morning Coffee Muses

Dense Fog Advisory for another 10 minutes. At least it’s cool… And loud. The birdsong is really carrying this morning through the thick moist air.

I’ve spent the last few days going through my archives on this site and trying to fix missing links and pictures. It’s amazing how much the internets have change in the last decade or so. One of the things I noticed was how much my backyard has changed over the years. Those three cedars I planted as one foot tall trees in the nineties were still three separate tress when I started this site… Now they are a mass of green with almost no room between them. A perfect bunny home.

Time to run, things to do…

Tuesday, March 21

Another Beautiful Summer's Day Two Months Early Morning Coffee Muses

Another Beautiful Summer’s Day Two Months Early Morning Coffee Muses

It’s just another ceiling fan morning out here on the back porch. Already in the 70’s, sunny, a bit of a breeze… A Beautiful summer’s morning… in March. We’ve barely reached spring and it feels like summer.

Even the birds seem to think summer has arrived. This morning I glanced out my bedroom window and saw a group of cattle egrets in the back yard. I’ve been seeing more and more hummingbirds around too. When I walked out this morning  The only bird I heard singing was a bluebird… it still amazes me how their soft little warble can be heard so well.

Oh well… household chores today.  I better get to it…


Monday, March 20

Damp And Not So Hot Morning Coffee Muses

Damp And Not So Hot Morning Coffee Muses

Dew glistens everywhere this morning. The morning birdsong is spreading out as territories get claimed and borders set.

I need to have a discussion with a spider… What yesterday was just a guy line running down from the post supporting my weather station has now become a web hanging from the wind direction spinner. I don’t think it’ll be too accurate until I have my discussion… speaking of spiders, webs are showing up everywhere, especially in the dew on the grass. It brings back memories of walks thru the woods when you always carried a longish stick to brush the spider webs out of the trail ahead of you… you dared not to walk without the spider stick.

As much as I would like to sit here and watch and listen, other tasks call my name… And a coffee pot needs reloading…