Warmer with big clouds, it’s grass growing weather for this morning coffee muses.

The first bird on the feeder today was a blue jay. Followed almost immediately by a rubythroat on their feeder.

I remember a time back in the early seventies when summer meant thundershowers every day at precisely 4:15 p.m. Just in time for rush hour. Every day for weeks. It never rained long. Just long enough to really screw up the drive home after work. The forecast for next week reminds me of that summer weather pattern. Starting tomorrow and running as far into the future as the prognosticators prognositcate there’s a chance of thunderstorms. A weather pattern from my past…

In the front yard the air is filled with the squeaky cheeping of young birds, cardinals it would appear. Out here on the back porch it’s the cicadas that are filling the air with sound. It already sounds like the middle of summer not the beginning.

For some reason today’s clouds are avoiding casting shadow on my location… and boy could I use a little shade. The dew point is 80 degrees, the humidity is 70%, and the temperature is pushing 90 degrees already. I think I need to retreat into my cave…

Ahh… The difference 45% humidity makes… not that a ten degree drop in temperature doesn’t help it feel better. I’m missing the mountains…

Time to check my email…