Sunny and not as cool, humidity is high and a decent breeze is blowing for my morning coffee muses.

Puddles still stand on the concrete. But, if the sun lasts… The puddles won’t.

Titmice and chickadees have already visited the feeder.

Ahhh… The sound of summer is back. Cicadas are buzzing all around. They’ve been mostly quiet for weeks now.

The honeysuckle vine that’s grown on the old clothesline pole for as long as we’ve been here has chosen this year to die. And, thinking about it, I’m not seeing near as much growing in the woods around here. And, I was missing the smell of honeysuckle blooms on the breeze this past spring…

Sweat on my bald spot… something I haven’t missed this week.

Blue jays are visiting the top of the oaks. At least they are doing it quietly.

The prognosticators are foretelling of a fifty percent chance of rain. Radar shows showers to the south, moving east while drifting slowly north. It could mean afternoon thunderstorms… or not. We’ll have to wait and see.

My coffee’s gone once more. Time for a refill and a breakfast sandwich of smoked brisket. Later…

10 a.m. Update

Rain’s coming.