Porch View Of First Mountain Morning Coffee Muses

Monday, June 26

First Mountain Morning Coffee Muses

First Mountain Morning Coffee Muses

A beam of sunlight streaming thru a hole in the blinds woke me this morning. I stumbled to the kitchen and started the coffee maker before wandering outside with my camera. The above is the sight that greater me. And the big image at the top was the view from the deck.

Now, I set here with my coffee and camera watching the fog in the creek  rise below me as unfamiliar birdsong fills the air. Ahh, a familiar sound… The lonesome too of a mourning dove… And there, way off, crows conversing across the valleys. Another… chick-a-dee… chick-a-dee. Only once at home have I actually heard a chickadee make that call.

And the sound that greated me on my first trip onto this porch yesterday… hummingbirds whirring wingbeats. Constantly buzzing, to and from the feeder I set up after the first hummer buzzed my face asking where the food was. I had forgotten how demanding the girls were up here three years ago. A rapid search of the cabin and I found the feeder we found last time and a few containers of sugar. Pot on the stove… stirred… feeder filled… hummers happy.

The fog down below is starting to break up as the winds start to blow over the mountain behind me. There’s a rooster crowing in the creek valley down below.

As the sun rises above the trees shading the porch I’m missing what warmth it was supplying. Right this moment it’s 53.5° on this porch, and when the wind makes the trees talk in murmurs, it’s a bit cool in shorts and tank top…

Porch View Of First Mountain Morning Coffee Muses

When I first came out…

And now…

Now for breakfast. And then it’s Mountain Time…

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