Warm And Sunny Sunday Morning Coffee Muses
It’s warm, humid, and there is not the slightest hint of a breeze… welcome to spring on the Texas Gulf coast.
If you were to ask my wife her least favorite thing about spring, she would call out the wasps. So later today I’ll be bringing the can of doom down on the heads of those who are thinking our porch is a good place for a home/nest. Raid makes my wife happy… therefore, ‘nuf said.
Last evening was kinda magical here on the back porch. Sitting here watching an amazing number of fireflies I felt like I’d been transported back to my childhood. We almost always can see one or two of an evening, but last night there were dozens… and bright, they could have been uses as landing lights. The only time I’ve been that impressed with fireflies in recent history was the time up in the Blue Ridge Mountains when I walked out of the cabin into a synchronized flash mob running up and down the mountain road… that night there were millions as far as the eye could see… that was a decade ago on Nettles Knob near Seven Devils in North Carolina. The cabin was called Almost Heaven and that night it felt like it. The stars were winking at my feet… everywhere I looked.
The blue jays are still gathering nesting material at the same spot. The birdsong chorus has added some new voices this morning. I’m not sure who the new singers are but they bring a syncopated rhythm I have not heard before.
A Hippity Hopping Morning Coffee Muses
There’s an Easter bunny scoping out my backyard, planning where to hide all those Easter eggs he’ll be bringing.. if you look close, you’ll probably have to click on the image, you can see him just to the left of the wisteria. That almost sounded like a political philosophy…
Looking at the radar just now I see all of the storms they are threatening us with are still west of I35. To be honest, at this time they look pretty benign. I’m sure by the time they cross the state they’ll have grown a bit.
I’m having trouble keeping the squirrels off my bird feeders here lately. They keep getting on the roof and jumping down on them. I’m sure the neighbors think I’m crazy when I come slamming out the door barking at them…
I walked out with my grandson after he did his homework. Immediately I heard my first flock of cedar waxwings fly over. I had been wondering when I would hear them… Oh, and the bird in the flower bed… blame that on my youngest son. He brought it home many years ago. A pink flamingo painted white. This spring the white was wearing off, so I repainted it and added the black touches…
Sun And Clouds Morning Coffee Muses
That spider I spoke to on Tuesday… he strung his web across the opening of the porch in front of me. He’s actually in the photo above but I doubt you can pick him out from the background of the red oak.
For the last few days I’ve been watching blue jays congregate at the base of the cedars. I couldn’t figure out what they were doing until i pulled out the binoculars. They are gathering nesting material. I guess the glut of blue jays in the neighborhood is about to get bigger.
I keep hearing bluebirds singing in the backyard, I don’t see them often, but it’s good to know they’re here. I just watched a male check out one of my bluebird houses. I’ve had four houses set in two different styles for about five years. They see a lot of traffic each year… lookers, no takers. Though this past winter I cleaned out most of a nest from one… it looked unused, but hey, at least it was in the running.
The live oak at the edge of the woods is dropping leaves like a rain shower. Live oaks are different, they hold their leaves through the winter and then after almost every other tree has leafed out in spring they shed all of their leaves at the same time the new ones are coming out. So they end up looking shabby for a couple of weeks as the old and the new intermingle. About that live oak, I planted it probably fifteen years or so ago from a group of seedlings I got from the Arbor Day folks. Since they are from the Midwest, this tree isn’t like our native live oaks. The one thing I’ve noticed over the years is it throws the densest shade I’ve ever seen from a tree. In the years it’s been in the ground it’s grown to over twenty feet tall and wide.
Coffee’s gone, time marches on. It’s a beautiful day to enjoy on the back porch, but, other things are calling my name.