Stepping out on the porch is still warm and humid for the morning coffee muses.

More blue skies, humid air and temperatures in the seventies before the sun comes up… rising rapidly once the sun starts pumping out the solar heating.

The Mississippi Kite was back on his perch again when I walked out. He’s flown off since. But, I was happy to see him two mornings in a row.

Sometimes you can almost see the currents in the air as the breezes blow through grass and trees… this isn’t one of those times. The slightest of breezes is blowing up from the south, barely moving the leaves on the tallest trees. Everything on this, the north side of our remnant woods is mostly still. Just an occasional tease of a breeze. And high up in the sky, small, hazy, almost invisible clouds drifting by… there, but not there.

The birds are there this morning, but the volume is turned down. Maybe it’s just the morning lull. I’ve noticed that at certain times the birdsong dies out only to pick up again a half hour or so later.

On the feeder, the blue jays are in constant motion, coming and going all day long. It’s like they aren’t as territorial as other birds.

Ahh, the sun is hiding behind a cloud and the breeze feels much nicer… The prognosticators give us a whole ten percent chance of precipitation today… and tomorrow. I think the dew on the ground may be what they were talking about.

Looking at the image just above, it’s hard to believe that every tree you see in the foreground and behind was planted by me as a one to two foot tall sapling. The biggest of the pines was hidden in the grass for the first couple of years after it went into the ground. I think the red oak was probably the biggest thing I planted out there. It was in a two gallon pot. After almost twenty years it all looks pretty nice.

The coffees run dry again. It’s time to retire into the cooler, more temperate climate of the indoors.