Wednesday, November 15

A heavy dew is dripping in the downspout on the fall morning coffee muses.

It’s partly cloudy this morning, just not cloudy enough to tempt me out on the back porch.

Almost as soon as I sat down a train rumbled down the tracks headed for Galveston..

A mockingbird is singing in one of the oaks in the front yard, following the example of the phoebe that greeted me when I came out.

A big yellow school bus just went by hauling kids off to school on the Wednesday morning.

Bus number two passed ten minutes after the first.

Listening to birds, not exactly singing, but chittering and cheeping all around me.

I’m spending much more time musing than I am recording my muses, so I should probably quit.

Except, my first cardinal in weeks just flew down on the feeder.

Tuesday, November 14

Another front porch, falling leaves, morning coffee muses.

It’s cool but brightly sunny, so I’m on the front porch once again. The predominant feature of the morning is the abundance of playful squirrels. They are playing all over the front yard, mostly in pairs. Up one tree, down another, in the upper branches, on the ground… basically everywhere you look, there are squirrels.

The breeze is out of the east this morning… And cool. I like it.

Looking up the street the red berries on the holly are shining in the morning sun. Just another reason I’m not seeing as many birds as I’m hearing… too much food in the environment this fall.

It sounds like this is going to be one of those days when the air traffic pattern has more than the normal amount of planes passing overhead. There goes another one. At least it’s not like growing up in Pasadena. Back in the 1950’s and early 60’s, there was no controlling for noise. And we lived about 10 miles from Hobby and right on one of the approaches. Back then they didn’t swoop in to a landing. They came in low and slow. Crossing over our house, they were only a few hundred feet off the ground. And as they passed over every dish in the kitchen, every window in the house, every picture on the wall would clatter. Every day, well into the night, loud, shaking, thunderous engines screaming… oh, and there went another one.

Time to move on……

Monday, November 13

A cool and breezy front porch morning coffee muses.

I decided to not fight the sun in the eyes today and take myself out on the front porch instead. Watching the morning traffic on a Monday reminds me of how much it’s changed out here in the last twenty-five years. There’s quite a bit of construction going on out in the county down our road. Mostly residential construction… New homes, garages, even shops behind homes.

I am waiting for Texas New Mexico to come out and upgrade the equipment on our power pole before they do the permanent hookup to the neighbors new home. They will be shutting down our power for a bit when it happens. Knowing it was coming led me to finally acquire a battery backup for the modem/WiFi router. I figure having internet when the power goes out is worth it.

It’s definitely fall… not because of the temperature, which is nice, but because of the gentle fall of leaves when the wind blows. At times it’s like a gentle rain of brown, fluttering corkscrews.

I had to go in and get my binoculars and my Sibley guide because I caught a flash of bright yellow in the pecan tree. It looks like the warblers are back in town. Not sure what the big yellow flash was, but I did see what could be a female of any number of species.

The city and the plumbers next door are working on hooking up the sewer today. And Texas New Mexico just showed up. Looks like the construction project is coming to a head. A great day for sidewalk supervision from the front porch… later.

Sunday, November 12

Another overcast fall morning coffee muses.

Somewhere, in the distance, a cow is bawling. A wren just flew in… And out of the porch. While a bluebird just swooped down on an insect from the weather station. A hawk just took wing from the top of a pecan tree in the neighbors backyard. There isn’t a breath of a breeze. All in all, just another quiet Sunday morning on the back porch.

And now the quiet is shattered by the blare of a train whistle at a railroad crossing to my south.

I keep getting lost in the muse, so, just maybe, I should quit trying to write and just enjoy the morning. Catch you on the other side.

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