Tuesday, August 8

A Very Wet, Cool Morning Coffee Muses

A frontal boundary has pulled up stationary just a few miles south. The skies are thickly gray. The rain overnight has the temperature moderated this morning, and it’s kind of nice to bet out on the back porch for a change.

The Mississippi Kite was on his perch when I came out. The hummingbirds are feeling rambunctious in the cool this morning.

This has been a good year for raptors in the neighborhood. If I owned chickens, I’d just say we had a bunch of chicken hawks. But in reality, we’ve had red-tails, red shoulders, and a great assortment of longer tailed smaller raptors I haven’t identified.

If I learned one thing from 2010-11, it’s when rains fall in abundance, you stay thankful and don’t complain. Because, no matter what, a little rain every day or so may get monotonous, it Damn sure is a whole lot better than watching your world dry up and die. So, while I sit here a week into August surrounded by early summer’s green and not the normal seared browns, I may be amazed, but I won’t complain. I’ll just do my Deere meditations whenever the ground dries out.

The prognosticators are foretelling that we’re going to have more rain this afternoon. So nothing is going to dry out anytime soon. I had a tractor driver show up wanting to cross my land to mow the pipeline right of way on my neighbors property. It’s funny… I keep my part of the right of way mowed but they always want to cross my yard to get to the pieces that aren’t mowed. Today I told them to come back when the ground was dryer… I don’t need the ruts a large tractor would leave crossing my yard.

Once again I’ve mused my way through my morning coffee… email calls, then today’s Trumpism’s.