Early Saturday morning coffee muses.

Out almost before the sun colored the clouds with light. It’s almost cool, almost humid, almost quiet… now there’s some real color at the top of the clouds.

We seem to be stuck between seasons… not quite autumn but no longer summer. The trees are losing their leaves but only the Chinese tallow trees have even a hint of color.

A pileated woodpecker just gave it’s primeval call far of on the bayou. Even with all of the clearing in the last few years, we still manage to hang on to a few of the old species.

Time for email… later.