A Cool Feeling Summer’s Morning Coffee Muses

It’s a gloriously not so humid morning. The temperature is the same as yesterday but the feel is so different. It could almost be called cool, except for the fact that without the fans it wouldn’t feel so nice. Even the cicadas aren’t pronouncing it summer like they were yesterday. Mostly this morning I’m hearing crickets…

The cottontail just hauled across the yard from the woods to the shed like it was being chased. Then it slowly meandered it way back out by the wisteria where it’s eating still. The birds are quiet this morning, just a few singing down in the woods.

Yesterday riding the Deere, I had at least a dozen cattle egrets patrolling the yard right up close to the mower. I’m used to them being in the yard, just not all so close at once. It felt like I was driving through a flock of chickens…

I hear the bark of a night heron flying by. I had one in the right of way yesterday as I mowed. It didn’t pay me much attention as I went back and forth. Speaking of mowing, about the only human sound I hear is a mower moving back out in the county behind our place.

Time for my second cup of muses…