The air is full of birdsong, the humidity isn’t quite as high… but, it’s still warm for my morning coffee muses.

The first bird on the feeder today was a cardinal and two chickadees as I walked out. There’s been a mockingbird singing from the top of the pine all morning. It’s doing that dance all mockingbirds like to do in the height of summer, jumping high into the air before looping back to it’s perch. After being out about 30 minutes, the cacophony of calls and song has tapered off.

Clouds, high and wispy, line the horizons. I saw somewhere that we have more African dust headed our way this weekend. Not that we will see much of it if the prognosticators prediction of thunderstorms is to be believed.

I spent yesterday afternoon putting together some wooden benches and most of a glider for the front porch. It was hot and sweaty work. I need to make a run to the hardware store for a bit for my screwgun to finish the glider. Then I’ll have to rearrange the furniture on the front porch… so Sherry can have me rearrange it when she gets home.

I just realized what I’m missing today… no cicadas buzzing in the trees. No crickets around the foundation.

We have company coming tomorrow so I need to get busy…