Clear Skies Cool Morning Coffee Muses

Got an early start this morning. Rolled over in bed and looked at the clock, and while I have a habit of looking at the clock three numbers repeated I wasn’t expecting these three, it said it was 6:66. My digital alarm clock is old, so old I can’t tell you how long ago I bought it. It could predate our move to Alvin. And for the last few weeks the LCD display has been showing it’s age. I guess I need to replace it as I’ve never seen the number of the beast on a clock before. I may have a devil of a time waking up of a morning, but I don’t want to be waking up to devil’s time…

I hope we manage to avoid any more rain for at least another day. I really need to ride the Deere, but, the ground is saturated. Too wet to mow and growing weeds at a prodigious pace.

When you get out before 8:00, the morning is quite. Even most birds aren’t interested in singing at 7a.m. As the hour between 7 and 8 progresses more and more birds begin to welcome the day. Until, by 8:30 it’s a arboral choir. This morning joined by an Eastern Bluebird, with a Northern Mockingbird singing counterpoint from an acre or two away.

The bluebirds are checking out the nest box… but, not going in. I guess I need to see that it’s clear… and I can hear a woodpecker digging a home in a tree to the west. He’s been working over there for over a week.

Time to refill the cup…