It’s a pleasant almost fall morning coffee muses.
Mid seventies this morning. Blue jays and mockingbirds singing from the trees. A single hummingbird feeds from one of the feeders.
I thought about Deere meditations yesterday, but the grass didn’t scream cut me. Then I pulled up the prognosticators foretelling for next week and decided Deere meditations would be so much more pleasant when the day’s high was in the mid-seventies and not the mid-eighties.
The trio of squirrels that play in the oaks are running about enjoying the “fall” weather. Acorns fall all day long, the driveway is covered with crushed evidence of their abundance. I should expect to see an explosion next spring in our squirrel population. That alone will bring an abundance of hawks to my yard.
I am purposely letting some of the hackberries come back from the roots of the old trees that were scattered about the yard. We took out the three that were almost on top of the new house when we built. Two others were lost to age and storms. Those are the ones coming back. And almost all of the ones in the woods were cleared when they cleared that acreage. It turns out hackberries are one of the main foods of the wintering flocks of cedar waxwings. I love those birds so I felt it imperative to let some new food trees grow.
The cup of muses is dry… enjoy your weekend.