The Heat Is Returning To My Morning Coffee Muses

The spring we know is back. This morning the ceiling fans are spinning above my head. And, since it’s Saturday, they are drowning out the road noise from the bypass. The prognosticators are calling for highs in the low eighties for the next week and a half… and by then probably into the future.

But, as it is most mornings, the backyard is filled with birdsong. A trio of mourning doves are picking over an area of the yard. Blue jays are swooping down on a spot of damp earth… again and again. Four large unidentified black water(?) birds keep flying overhead. They have white bands on the top of their wings… time to pull out the bird book… A crow just flew over and chastised me as he passed for the lack of an offering.

The red oak crown has almost filled completely in. I can barely see any sky thru the leaves. The big cypress has a ways to go yet. My baby oak has shot up over a foot since it started to show leaves. I spent a couple of hours in my summertime meditation mode yesterday. Driving the Deere in labyrinth like circles, quietly thinking about how nice it would be if Tesla would make riding mowers…

Cups empty… time to move on… yeah, MoveOn… if that’s not a political wish…