A light rain falling as I walk out, the forecast is a wet one, but the sun is shining on my morning coffee muses.

Small showers, drifting in, lightly falling thru sunshine. The prognosticators are foretelling of a tropical disturbance moving in off the Gulf. Each day foretold to be wetter than the one before. The one good thing to come from this… The grass is green and should stay that way.

Three cattle egrets are patrolling the expanse of green this morning. Thru sun and showers, they walk and bob, looking for a meal.

The first bird on the feeder today… a blue jay. It feels like Groundhog Day. A blue jay on the seed feeder, with a rubythroat flashing by the nectar feeder. At the same time I hear a chickadee calling in the red oak. And cicadas buzzing drowns out the crickets chirping.

About midweek our county commissioners decided to pass a ninety day burn ban. I have to wonder if they looked at the long range weather forecast before they did it.

Chickadees have found the feeder. The cattle egrets have moved on to better, or just different, hunting grounds. A rubythroat is perched on the seed feeder.

One of my childhood memories is of the dinner bell that hung on a post on my grandparents back porch. It was used to call grandpa to the phone, or dinner. It called us grandkids to the house when we were lost from sight on their expansive two acre place. Those two acres were covered with the ways and means for imagination to run wild, and we let it.

Last week we were in Target, and I found a dinner triangle. Out of the Magnolia Home collection, it brought back those memories… I had to buy it. It hangs by the hummingbird feeder now.

My cup is dry and breakfast is calling..