Friday, February sixteenth

Warmer, slightly muggy, springlike morning coffee muses.

It’s already pushing the mid seventies out here. The overcast sky has become almost ever present. But the birds couldn’t be happier, the are singing their ode to spring from every direction.

It is a ceiling fan morning though. Two days running we have topped out in the eighties. That’s not the kind of highs I want to see in February.

The sun is trying to break thru. So I guess we’ll be seeing the temperatures climbing shortly.

The yard is beginning to show lots of areas of green. Up around the house it’s clover. Further out it’s individual “weeds”, what I call the winter weeds, they come up as the cold winter temperatures give way to our late winter cool temps. Down here in my neck of the country, we seldom see hard freezes, much less temperatures that drop into the twenties for days on end. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of years we’ve had more than one snow that stayed on the ground… And have fingers left over.

As you can see from the picture at the top of this post, the predominant color out my back windows is still, in the middle of winter, green. It’s the same from my office window out front. Which is why I’m always surprised when I go anywhere else. Because almost every where you look it actually looks more like winter than it does here. Though, when I look to the east or the west, I see winter from my porch. I just noticed, I’m seeing yellow flowers out under the pines. It must be the early dandelions just perceptible blooms.

I’m happy to be seeing more mockingbirds in the yard. There was a year or two where I almost didn’t see a one… they were sorely missed. It’s just not spring and summer without the sound of a mockingbird dancing from a high point singing it’s joy at being alive. It’s the one constant summer memory I have that runs through my entire life.

Well the cup is running dry… Time to wander in and see what new inaction our Congress critters will articulately talk about.

Have a great day…

Thursday, February fifteenth

Foggy, damp, beginning for a post Valentine’s Day morning coffee muses.

The morning is full of birdsong. It sounds like the males are starting to claim their territories. Though, you can’t see them that well thru the foggy air. It appears to be getting darker, the fog getting thicker.

It’s another spring feeling day out. Yesterday we actually saw some sun in the afternoon… some… for a little while. The temperature was also above 80°… in February. We’ll probably see it that high again sometime during the coming week.

Even the bubble-butts, yellow rumped warblers, are getting cantankerous, chasing each other around. They too must be feeling the onset of spring in the air…

I’ve been setting and watching, listening, not typing, and the coffee is gone. Time to move in and get a new cup.

Wednesday, February fourteenth

A warm Happy Valentine’s greeting on this morning coffee muses.

Today is starting out at 66°. Even though it looks just like all the other days we’ve had when the temperatures were in the low forties. We will be pushing 80° by the afternoon… And for the rest of the week. The weather change brought heavy fog overnight. So now every surface on the back porch is wet, even the chairs are damp.

The birds are loving it though. It sounds like spring out here.

It feels like spring out here.

But it looks all gray and dreary.

The lack of sunshine is beginning to get to me… this has to have been the most overcast winter I’ve ever lived through. And, it’s not over yet…

Well, time to go in and see what’s up with the world…

Tuesday, February Thirteenth

The view out the windows today is just the same as it’s been over and over for my morning coffee muses.

I’ve been fighting the problems caused by an ssl certificate not being installed correctly at my hosting company. After a phone call this morning, hopefully it’s fixed and I can now post my morning coffee muses without issue.

But once again the morning’s cold, dreary look didn’t tempt me outside. These cold gray days just keep repeating.  And the forecast doesn’t look promising…

I can’t recall a day recently when the partial cloudy forecast had anything partial about it. At least we’ll be climbing out of these cold temps for a while. Though the chance of rain seems to exist just about every day… We seem to be having a Seattle winter this year…

Setting at the desk in the office, I am watching as the Goldfinches eat by the dozens out my front window. They are joined by a squirrel. It’s a never ending battle to keep the squirrels out of the bird seed…

And just because I can…

Have a great day all. Mr President’s day is coming… I hope he’s ready for the fall…


the ramblings of my brain over that first cup… and other meanders