Humidity hits you in the face, the temperature’s pushing eighty, it’s another August morning coffee muses.

If the weather cooperates, mowing will be done today.

Stepping out this morning, the trees were filled with the cheeping of young cardinals. One was on the feeder.

Butterflies are fluttering about. Just not in the numbers I have come to expect.

It’s not miserably hot today, but it’s far from cool and comfortable. I think I’ll move inside and catch the news before I do my meditations on the Toro.

Ahhh, cool again.

The muse isn’t coming easily today.

I think I’ll check my mail…