Wednesday, September Nineteenth

Blue skies, still air, humid, chittering ruby-throated hummingbirds all around… a fine start to a morning coffee muses.

Out on the front porch and the mosquitoes are still a pain.

Blue jays are jaying this morning. Hummingbirds are battling, because that’s what they do. At least up here they have claimed different feeders to call their own.

Watching the traffic rolling by, I begin to see the appeal of my back porch musing… more nature, less vehicular interruption.

I do need to walk out to the road and bring in the garbage cans before it gets too hot.

Looking at the shadows in the shot above, I can see how much the sun has already shifted to the south in it’s annual migration. It won’t be many days before this porch is in shade all day again.

I keep watching the news from the Carolinas. And, what I keep hearing is how this is a thousand year storm. Just like the thousand year storm they had a few years back. Kinda like the thousand year storms we keep having. Now I know, statistically, you can have a thousand year storm at any time, but, the very name tends to give some rarity to the events. What the hell does it say when they are becoming as common as a Fourth of July picnic?

My coffee’s gone… Time to take this muse indoors.