It’s a humid, mid-seventies, sticky morning coffee muses.

I’m starting to see birds gathering in flocks. The blue jays are grouping up. I’m seeing large flocks of doves wheeling thru the sky. Hawks coursing over the remnant woods raise small clouds of avian bodies trying to fly away.

There’s a lone monarch feeding at the end of the porch.

It’s quieter today than it has been. And the green of the world here is finally giving way to light fall colors. Even the butterfly weed, still covered in blooms and unopened seed pods, is covered in yellowing leaves.

The cup is empty once more. Time to check up on the world…