Not Too Humid Monday Morning Coffee Muses

For the first time in a week the cicadas are singing early.

The milkweed at the end of the porch is looking bedraggled from all of the stripped leaves. Leaves eaten by monarch caterpillars, one of which has decided to cocoon on the underside of my armrest.

It’s a nice morning to be out on the back porch. The birds are singing a bit early today. There’s a male cardinal chasing his reflection all around the Sport Trac. A mockingbird in the top of the kumquat tree. And a couple of chickadees and titmice checking out the feeders, front and back.

Yesterday’s rains managed to miss us. Today’s rains are starting out offshore. South southeast of Galveston. I can see them just above the trees, though we have high scattered clouds over us now. The weather prognosticators are foretelling of rain in our future, starting about 2 p.m. We’ll see how their oracle like foretelling matches reality…

The sun is warming this back porch up. According to the Weather Underground, it’s 84° and feels like 92°. I guess I should have gotten up and come out when Sherry left for work. It was a stunningly mild 75° at that time.

Gotta go…