Hazy Humid Warmish Morning Coffee Muses

It’s a Saturday morning on the outer edge of sub-suburbia and the sounds of an early summer have taken hold. Mowers, trimmers, blowers and more, the sounds of weekend mornings, all roaring their challenges at mother nature. Interspersed here and there with the urban sounds that have been here for decades… cattle, horses, chickens, peacocks, even the occasional donkey. With a dog here and there barking it’s challenge at the cacophony of sounds.

Dew drops twinkle like jewels from the tiny leaves on the cypress tree where a male cardinal is serenading me and the world.

Last evening I enjoyed sitting out here on the porch as the sun set. Watching the color wash out of the sky. The sounds of daytime give way to the sounds of night. I hadn’t done that in a while. It was nice.

Time to get ready to take my better half to breakfast…