Tag Archives: writing of place

Tuesday. September 19

It’s Above Eighty Squared Morning Coffee Muses

That means the temperature is north of 80° and the humidity is north of 80%… Just way too hot to have spent any amount of time outside on the porch this morning. Even a fan blowing doesn’t really improve the way it feels.

The image at the top of the page is the way it looks from my preferred seat this morning. The image just above is what I saw when I did step out to get a feel for the day. My angel trumpet burst into bloom all over in just the last day or so. Each of those blooms hanging down is over 6 inches from base to bottom. Big beautiful blooms.

And here’s the view from the door…

Now, I have already worked thru my email, I have started the laundry… Now I need to make a few calls and start lunch.

Short muse I know. Enjoy your day.

Monday, September 18

Too Warm, Too Muggy Morning Coffee Muses

It was 79° at midnight and 78° at 8a.m. That’s not what I wanted to feel this morning. All of the windows had a lite frosting of condensation coating them this morning. The prognosticators are foretelling of afternoon showers. Radar is showing one to the east already.

Looking at the long range foretelling, there’s no break in the coming ten days other than for rain. The temperatures will be bouncing from the mid to upper seventies for a low to the upper eighties to low nineties for a high each day. Not my idea of autumn.

And once again I’m solitary in these muses. The pooch has been taken in by a neighbor with a fence who’s staying out of the neighborhood because of water damage to her house. At least I can quit worrying that she will get hit in the road.

I ended up wandering next door for a while and talking to the neighbor after I let him know his shop door was left open… Then it was time to wander on in and ignore the heat and humidity for a while… Now it’s just time to move on to something else…

Sunday, September 17

Bright, Warm Sunday Morning Coffee Muses

Back porch muses this morning… number one being I do not like this particular time of year on the back porch. The sun shines too brightly on me considering how warm it is. Come winter, the sun shining down has lost much of its blinding brightness and the heat is welcome.

I was greeted when I walked out by the sight of a dog flying across the yard to be petted. She was visiting the neighbor… after fixing her breakfast and her gobbling it down she headed back across the yard.

So, be happy Mother Goose, the dog has wandered back home again.

Saturday, September 16

A Hazy, Humid, Cooler Morning Coffee Muses

A dew lays heavy upon my world this morning. Drops of liquid diamond sparkle in the sun. On blades of grass, from the tips of leaves, everywhere there are sparkles.

We have a wedding to attend this afternoon in Conroe, so these muses won’t be very long.

All in all, it’s nice and quiet for a Saturday morning. Even the traffic on the road is more like a Sunday.

Time for email…