Another cool rainy start on the front porch… stale smoke odors from the pit… mourning doves providing the background sounds to this morning coffee muses.

The wind chill from the fan this morning really is chilly. Blue jays can be heard here and there about the neighborhood. While the smoker still dominates the view from the porch.

The sun is somewhere above the overcast. But, it’s not making it’s presence known in any way at all this morning. Little, tiny mosquitoes are back in force. At this rate they’ll drive me in shortly. The grass looks like it’s grown five inches in the last three days.

As my grandfather used to say, “it’s a misty, rainy Monday morning”. Just a very lite rain falling, barely enough to cause ripples in the puddles. The hummingbirds are dive bombing each other across the breadth of the porch… a frog is chirping in the chaste tree. And way off in the distance thunder is barely audible.

Now the chickadees are calling from the trees before they visit the feeder. And the hummingbirds are fighting over their feeder. And still the misty rain falls.

Slapping mosquitoes is not my favorite pastime. But if this keeps up, I’ll be doing it on a regular basis. I was just buzz bombed by one of the hummers. I sure wish those guys would be neighborly and start eating these mosquitoes for me.

Well, it’s time to stop offering myself up to the mosquito gods and head inside… besides the rain is picking up just a bit.