Saturday, December 2

Warmish, while the sun is out, hazy back porch morning coffee muses.

The difference between early November and early December when it comes to bird song in the morning is a remarkable thing. There is a spell of a couple of weeks where you would think the birds have all left. Crows have been more vocal of late, just not in big groups.

And the red oak, the green in it’s leaves is rapidly withdrawing. If it can hang onto any leaves for the next week it should reach full color by the time the arctic air gets here. The Chinese tallows in the neighborhood are try to justify their existence by being the main fall color we have here on the Texas Gulf Coast.

When I sat down out here, a few minutes ago, it was sunny and warm here on the back porch. The temperature was above seventy… now, fog has moved in and it’s cool and damp… The fog is so thick you can see it blowing by…

Fifteen minutes between the upper photos and this one… and it feels like separate days…

Well, it’s Saturday so the Busy Bee has a plate at bacon, eggs and hash browns with my name on it… later.

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