It looks and feels like winter morning coffee muses.
The sun is gone, the cold stayed. Though moderated, it’s still just 32° out here this morning. Did I mention it’s also breezy. Leaded skies keeping the sun’s warmth above, winter’s cold below.
There’s a feeding frenzy going on at the base of all my backyard trees and bushes. Lots of cheeping going on accented by the cooing of a mourning dove. Yellow-rumps, pine warblers, eastern bluebirds, goldfinches, house sparrows, cardinals… and many more I’m sure.
Time to move this muse inside the almost empty house. Quiet for the first time in days. Even the grandkids were looking forward to getting back to school. It’s overly warm in the house this morning even though I returned the thermostat to it’s normal 68°. I could live with it lower, but I’m alone in that sentiment. It’s a battle I’ve fought all of my life, spending much of my winter hours of my life outside where I could dress as warm as I was comfortable with.
Checking out the weather prognosticators foretelling for the coming ten days has me looking at moderate temperatures, but both weekends are foretold to be rainy. The high for this Saturday is foretold to reach 70°. Shorts and t-shirt weather for sure.
I took a break and cleaned the kitchen while watching Rachel and Joe and Mika on the TV. Then I built a kitchen sink/ice box leftover soup and put a batch of cornbread in the oven… lunch should be pretty good in a few hours.
The view out the living room window hasn’t changed since I got up, though the forecast is for pm sun… we’ll see.