A Not necessarily cool, but much less humid morning coffee muses.

While the upper seventies aren’t what I’d call cool, if you suck all of the humidity out of the air, add a nice breeze, it can feel quite nice.

The double handful of hummingbirds still hanging out at the feeders seem happy with the weather. The blue jays are doing something way up in the top canopy of the oaks.

The goldenrod at the end of the porch is starting to show it’s color. Even as I fight with my better half about not pulling it up. She thinks the six foot tall stalks look weedy, and they block the stone behind them. Personally I like goldenrod, it’s about the only thing down here that gives us any fall color.

The cup of muses is now empty… Time for a refill.