It’s A Warm, Not Too Muggy, Morning Coffee Muses

The only sound this morning, other than the hammers on the construction site, are the cicadas in the cypress tree. The dog days of summer are here. The past week, stepping outside you could really feel the heat. The afternoon air has a feel, a smell, some characteristic that brings deserts to mind.

This is the part of the year that makes me want to run to the mountains. Elevation is the answer.

It’s butterfly time around here. I see a dozen or so species around here each day. Between the milkweed and the chaste tree and the lantana, they come and go all day.

Coffee’s gone, I need another cup… And a cooler location for my muse.