The back porch is warm in the morning sun for my Sunday morning coffee muses.
Someone is shooting off in the distance this morning.
There’s a coolness to the air that’s fighting with the warmth of the sun. It feels just right.
Blue Jays call from the edges.
The butterfly weed is sprouting new leaves from the bottom to the top of its stems. I had thought they had all died, it appears they had just been fed on till all of their leaves were gone.
See that Amazon box in the photo above? It’s full of pecans the grandkids picked up in the yard last year. We bagged them and then promptly forgot all about them… just goes to show you how fond we are of pecans.
On every trip to Froberg’s the sound of the big pecan shelters banging away at fresh pecans can be heard from the parking lot.
For me, pecans are something you eat of the ground as you walk through the woods. Not something you sit around the table shelling and eating.
Breakfast is calling… gotta cut this muse short.
I was over at the San Bernard refuge yesterday for a couple of hours — the first time I’ve seen the new boardwalk at Bobcat Woods. It really was wonderful. Anyway — in the butterfly garden, I saw the milkweed doing the same thing, blooming at the top and beginning to grow again at the bottom. There were butterflies galore, too. That surprised me. I’m not sure if they were monarchs or queens, but they looked pretty happy.