Humidity coats my glasses and it feels like 92° already on this summer’s morning coffee muses.

The dog days of summer are upon us. Humid still mornings, hot thunderstorm building afternoons… long hot evenings. The operative word is hot…

The first bird on my feeder today was a chickadee. Hummingbirds are chasing each other from the nectar feeder. And blue jays are chasing bugs around the trees.

They are finally working on the house across the street. It’s been mostly empty since Ike. With a leaky roof and warped floors… they pretty much had it gutted already. Now it looks like they are redoing the roof.

It’s always funny how the cardinals will land in the chaste tree by my head until they notice me and fly away. Or they fly down on the feeder then see me and fly away without even grabbing a bite.

The grass needs some meditating on… seed heads stand tall like shame flags… if this was a suburban master planned community. Lucky for me, it’s the fringes of Alvin, and it takes a lot to shame me when it comes to my yard…

It’s late… and warm… and I’m heading into the AC… enjoy the day.