Warming, humid, and bright… almost a fall back into summer morning coffee muses.

A cloudless sky, no breeze,  the temperature already pushing seventy, we’re waiting for the next cold front. Ceiling fans on medium this morning. Not the end of October I remember from my childhood.

Still have a hummingbird hanging around. Not that it’s all that unusual to have one or two hang through the winter.

I’m trying to decide if I want to mow today, or wait till the end of the week… I’m leaning towards the end of the week.

There’s a hawk hunting along the bayou. It just cruised through the backyard. Other than that, everything is really quiet.

The sun has already warmed up this porch alcove.  I’ll be moving in shortly. The hazy fog wasn’t around this morning… I missed it.

If we were in the appalachians,  we’d be counting foggy mornings in October to tell us how many snows we were facing this winter.

Well, the coffee cup is empty,  the temperature is rising, so… I think it’s time to move inside…