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Friday, April 21

Still Muggy Warm Hazy Morning Coffee Muses

Still Muggy Warm Hazy Morning Coffee Muses

It’s quite out this morning. Still, just a slight breeze moving it’s way thru the deep green leaves. Almost everywhere you look, the light green of spring has given way to the deeper greens of summer. Is it still only April?

In the hour I’ve been out here there’s been a whole lot of moisture moving north from the Gulf. Long billowing cloud formations sailing by. If this continues, eventually, we are gonna see some more rain. So sooner rather than later I am gonna need to fire up the Deere and just hope the ground has dried up enough not to leave deep ruts…

I better get my other chores done so I can ride the Deere… Later…

Thursday, April 20

Clear Skies Cool Morning Coffee Muses

Clear Skies Cool Morning Coffee Muses

Got an early start this morning. Rolled over in bed and looked at the clock, and while I have a habit of looking at the clock three numbers repeated I wasn’t expecting these three, it said it was 6:66. My digital alarm clock is old, so old I can’t tell you how long ago I bought it. It could predate our move to Alvin. And for the last few weeks the LCD display has been showing it’s age. I guess I need to replace it as I’ve never seen the number of the beast on a clock before. I may have a devil of a time waking up of a morning, but I don’t want to be waking up to devil’s time…

I hope we manage to avoid any more rain for at least another day. I really need to ride the Deere, but, the ground is saturated. Too wet to mow and growing weeds at a prodigious pace.

When you get out before 8:00, the morning is quite. Even most birds aren’t interested in singing at 7a.m. As the hour between 7 and 8 progresses more and more birds begin to welcome the day. Until, by 8:30 it’s a arboral choir. This morning joined by an Eastern Bluebird, with a Northern Mockingbird singing counterpoint from an acre or two away.

The bluebirds are checking out the nest box… but, not going in. I guess I need to see that it’s clear… and I can hear a woodpecker digging a home in a tree to the west. He’s been working over there for over a week.

Time to refill the cup…

Wednesday, April 19

Another Rainy Cool Morning Coffee Muses

Another Rainy Cool Morning Coffee Muses

When I looked out the bathroom window this morning the concrete out front was wet but it wasn’t raining. By the time I got to the back porch the rain had begun to fall again. It has been falling now for half an hour and shows no sign of letting up. When I pulled up the weather radar I could see why. There’s a narrow band of rain that’s training up from the gulf, and we, it seems, are sitting right on the tracks.

Yesterday I saw my first migrant buntings. A couple, male and female couple, of indigo buntings found my backyard feeder. They spent a good deal of time eating as fast as they could. Maybe the cool front later in the week will cause a few more migrants to “fall out”.

Time to call it quits out here, it’s raining hard enough to be raising a mist that’s blowing onto the porch…

Tuesday, April 18

A Wet And Thunderous Night Turns Into A Wet Thunderous Morning Coffee Muses

A Wet And Thunderous Night Turns Into A Wet Thunderous Morning Coffee Muses

The morning is dark and rainy. Rolling thunder began last night about nine and continues the battle as I type. Lake Boyd in our front yard is as big as I’ve ever seen it which means it’s reached capacity and any more rain just runs off.

This morning’s symphony is brought to you by the world famous froggy apocalypse choir. The avian choir of most mornings is in hiding until the rain gods quit the battle raging above the clouds. And the rain just keeps falling…

Finally, some birds are starting to compete with the amphibious roar. And whoever’s beating the drum up in heaven could use some restraint. Lightning flashes in warning of the rolling thunder heading our way… again. And the frogs keep calling for more and more.

My coffee cup is empty and these rainy day muses are not amusing… so adieu.