Another Rare Beautifully Cool Spring Morning Coffee Muses

There’s a nice breeze blowing out of the north on this relatively cool morning. Texas’s yoyo weather has struck again… spring… summer… spring… summer. Up, down, up, down. Humid, dry, humid, dry. Every variable that can be measured, marveled at, discussed and cussed, bounces like a rubber ball on a playground. But, days like this, I’ll buy a gross. That’s probably more than we’ve seen in a year or more.

Mind blown… I mentioned there are a dozen or more chickadees flying around my backyard of a morning here lately. Well for the first time I heard the one sign the song that gave them their name. In the past all I had ever heard was their chitter call, but today one sat on the feeder and sang chick-a-dee, chick-a-dee. I didn’t know they did that.

The clouds I see to the east must be the remnants of the rains that went through last evening. Our prognosticators are foretelling a cooler start to tomorrow. I can hardly wait…

Till then…