It’s Warm, No It’s Hot, But Not So Humid Morning Coffee Muses.

The frontal boundary is still stalled just south along the coast. Which could explain the dryer air this morning. And the weather prognosticators are giving me a window of time before the next round of moisture starts falling from the sky. So this post will be short because procrastination is no longer an option, and Deere meditations must begin soon. The seed heads on the pasture grasses require it.

Today in birds, a young hawk landed on the bottom limb of the pine tree in front of me and sat while I admired him or her thru the spotting scope.

Tomorrow…