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Monday, May 22

Lightly Raining, Slightly Cooler Morning Coffee Muses

Lightly Raining, Slightly Cooler Morning Coffee Muses

There’s a lite rain falling. One we really need. From the prognosticators out on the TV thingy, we’re about eight inches to the negative year to date… that’s in Houston, we’ve had even less down here. I don’t know how many storms have just missed giving up their rain as they passed us by.

Over the weekend, in the middle of the day, I had another cicada hearing, can’t call it a sighting. Now I’ve got frogs calling from the low spots where the woods once grew. Talk about the dichotomy of Texas weather.

It’s funny how little attention the birds pay to light rain. Chickadees and cardinals come to the feeder, bluebirds fly to and fro from the birdhouse, swallows swooping thru the air. Even had a pair of waterfowl flying by, with seagulls soaring over by and by. And way up on the highest perch, Mr. Kite surveys the world below.

It hasn’t been the best of weeks family wise… two cousins passed away. One on my mom’s side, followed by one from my dad’s. Two families going through the grief of losing a loved one. Both were loved, both will be missed. May they rest in peace.

Time for me to head in…

Tuesday, February 28

Blustery Cloud Covered Warm Spring Coffee Muses

Blustery Cloud Covered Warm Spring Coffee Muses

The breeze is gusty, the air is warm, the birds are subdued.

From all around my vantage point, mowers roar. Spring has defiantly announced it’s arrival, ready or not. Looking out my office window, the sky is almost gone. Covered by newly buded, so spring green it almost hurts to gaze upon them, oak leaves.

The red oak in the picture above hasn’t quite bought into this early spring business, but even so I can see buds swelling on it’s limbs. The cypress tree in the foreground of the photo is still bare, but the cypress at the back of the yard is covered in a green haze.

I spent most of the day yesterday cleaning this and a couple of my other websites of malicious content, seems I was hacked. After I went in and deleted file after file, I get an email from the protection service I pay for telling me they protected me from all of these injections… really folks, seems like I did all the work. What’s up with that.

Monday, February 13

Cool Damp Misty Morning Coffee Muses

Cool Damp Misty Morning Coffee Muses.

Monochromatic skies over unseasonably green ground.

Mourning doves filling the gray woods with soft sad moaning.

Bright crimson jewels flashing on tree limbs, calling to their subdued yet handsome mates.

Small flashes of golden sunlight from warblers flitting to and fro.

Goldfinches still dressed in winter drab, waiting, waiting.

A rooster crowing, a dog’s bark, sounds that fill a mornings quiet.

Winds sighing thru the pines, blowing inland from a sea…

Carrying odors of salt and sun and damp over miles of landscape, still.

Once a rough seat ‘neath the pines, now gone, but remembered still…

To sit and listen as pines conversed with the spirits of the wind.

Gusts of breeze stirring memories of other winds, of other places, of faces long gone.

A crow kawing, another answering, conversations on the wing.

Coffee’s gone, dregs are cold, time calls these muses to a close.