It’s all about the humidity, as I discovered two years ago in Carlsbad Caverns… morning coffee muses.

Carlsbad Caverns… you would think that going into an environment where the temperature was a constant 57°, leaving behind outside temperatures of 110°+, you would be living the dream. But I’m here to tell you, 100% humidity doesn’t allow a body to throw off the bodies own internal temperature. No drying of sweat, no cooling down.

And mornings here are almost like that. The saving grace is that the humidity is only in the upper eighties. But, without a fan, you just sit and stew in your own heat.

The first bird on the feeder today was a male cardinal. Followed by a tufted titmouse. And a hummingbird is feeding on the chaste tree blossoms.

One of the main differences between the front porch and the back is the way the sky takes on a greater significance out back. On the front porch you only see little vignettes of the sky. Out back, it’s great vistas of sky… horizon to horizon.

Time to check my email… Later.