The humidity seems less on this blue sky morning coffee muses.

The first bird on the feeder today was a chickadee. It was followed immediately by a blue jay, then quickly by titmouses. It’s been a steady stream of birds ever since. Now a cardinal settles in.

The Mississippi Kite is on it’s perch.

It’s time to do my Deere meditations again. We appear to have reached full growth grass season now. After seven days, it’s time to ride the,circuit once more. But the heat is terrible… I won’t be enjoying this one little bit. You know it’s time to mow when the dragonflies begin to use the seed stalks as landing platforms above the grass.

The butterfly weed keeps releasing it’s feathery seeds into the wind. The little pieces of down are stuck everywhere.

The hawk(s) are back on the ground and in the lowest branches along the back of the two properties, mine and my neighbor’s. They stay in the shadows, but I catch glimpses now and again.

The nice thing about the floor fan is it’s wind roar is just loud enough to drown out the traffic sounds from the bypass. And only the closet trains manage to impinge on my awareness.

The temperature is rising. On the front porch it is hitting 75°, here on the back porch it’s already 83°. Out in the sun it’s topping 90° already.

It looks like the Kite has a friend. Another was just soaring above the one on the perch. This is the first time this year I have seen more than one.

Coffee’s gone, if I’m going to get a second cup before I mow, I’d better head in now.