I would call it Sunday quiet, but my neighbor has fired up the tractor and started to mow… but I’m still on the porch for my morning coffee muses.

Driving to my brother’s house yesterday afternoon, the thermometer in the car was at 98°. It didn’t get any cooler all afternoon. But the company was nice, the food was great, and a good time was had by all.

The first bird on the feeder was a cardinal fledgling. This time of the day, it’s their cheeping that fills the trees and bushes around the yard. In the distance, blue jays have been raising cane.

A breeze has picked up just now. It’s not much, but it is tinkling the wind chimes. I would say it was a cooling breeze, but warm air is warm air. I must say, for the middle of August, the grass is still mighty green.

Up in the closest oak tree, a squirrel is mumbling. It’s a soft sound that it took me years to figure out. But figure it out I did and now, wherever I hear it I an usually spot the squirrel laid out flat on a branch.

Well, the cup is empty, email calls…