High thin clouds are cutting the sun’s heat on this morning coffee muses.

The hummingbirds are still fighting… from dawn to dusk. I’m not seeing a foretelling from the prognosticators of a front from the north yet to blow these little buzz bombs south.

Rows of cut grass line my yard this morning. Evidence of grass grown too tall between mowings. Ragweed plants are giant this year. There’s one by my mower that grows up every year. Normally it’s about my height, this year it’s about twelve feet tall.

My joints are sore this morning. Knees and ankles both. Usually it’s the knees after a day of mowing.

The light this morning has a different look to it. I think kid we could get an early fall this year. My perfect weather dreams… early fall, white Christmas, snow at New Year’s… totally not Southeast Texas.

It’s only 49 days till we get the opportunity to take back the reins of government. Make sure you are registered to vote… then go out and just do it. A very patriotic form of protest, vote for anyone but a Republican. Let’s have our government work again, for us not the corporations… not the fat cats… not the buyers of influence.

Coffee’s gone, sun’s out, time to move this party inside.