The threat of rain passes us by again, under steel gray skies on this morning coffee muses.

It’s already late morning, but, it looks like the sun isn’t even up. There are birds singing here and there, but other than that, it’s really pretty quiet. The loudest thing about the day is the sound of the steel birds flying over. And judging by the number I’ve heard, we must be on one of the traffic patterns out of Hobby Airport.

Crows are making their way thru the neighborhood cawing as they go.

I was beginning to wonder about the hummingbirds… I hadn’t seen one yet today. Then on showed up at the feeder farthest away from me. But, it does seem that most of the little jewels have headed out on their trek down south. I’ll leave the feeders out for awhile just in case. But, eventually I’ll cut back to just one on each porch.

A mockingbird has decide to serenade me from the red oak.

There’s a lightening of the overall green color surrounding me here. The color change is more noticable in the grass. The Bermuda grass is already turning brown, especially up by the porch where it is the predominant grass.

Sirens are sounding off towards town. Sounds like fire trucks heading somewhere.

Well, my coffee cup is empty. And breakfast is calling… Sherry and I and The Busy Bee.