Tag Archives: writing of place

Tuesday, January 31

A Warm And Bright End Of January Coffee Muses

A Warm And Bright End Of January Coffee Muses.

I sat myself down this morning in the back porch sun… And got myself back up to turn on the ceiling fans. On the radio yesterday I heard mention of upper seventies today, even pushing 80 degrees. That’s degrees Fahrenheit in honor of the first chap to ever produce more than one thermometer that registered the same temperature at the same time… A trivia fact from that same radio listening binge.

Not that you can tell, but there’s probably well over a hundred birds in the photo above. Listening to all the different calls is a bit discordant. I won’t get to enjoy it too long, I have much to do today.

I spent yesterday on the island waiting on a woman, to steal a song sentiment. Oh, I was also looking for free WiFi… Sherry managed to get herself picked on a Federal Jury… So, she’s at work today, then it’s back to the island each day for the rest of the week… Where I’ll bounce from McDonald’s coffee to Library quiet.

 

Thursday, January 26

Just Another Overcast Winter Morning Coffee Muses, But Cool

Just Another Overcast Winter Morning Coffee Muses, But Cool.

North winds have brought a semblance of winter to my back porch. It’s cool for a change… a welcome change. The sun’s warmth is hiding above steel gray skies. Even the sound of the wind in the pines is cooler. The warmth of the coffee runs away from the mug, faster than I can drink it.

The neighborhood crows finally discovered the stale bread offering I left for them. They’re usually more observant in coming for dinner. The birds today are mostly quiet. Coming and going without much sound.

Far in the distance the rumble of steel on steel of train wheels fights with the sounds of the quickening winds. I think the winds are winning.

And my mug is both empty and cold…

Wednesday, January 25

Overcast Skies and Unseasonably Warm Coffee Muses

Overcast Skies and Unseasonably Warm Coffee Muses.

The world around me is still and quite. Even the morning birds are subdued. The air is filled with a sense of waiting… Change is about. Trees dressed for a winter’s party that winter refuses to attend. Spring keeps dancing in winter’s absence. Grasses blush green in the sun’s embrace. Daffodils nod shyly on the fringes in the breeze’s arms. Butterflies swirling, twirling in the sunlight filtering thru clouds… Winter still comes… Tomorrow.

Tuesday, January 24

Tuesday, January 24 Coffee Muses

An almost perfect Tuesday morning Coffee Muses, just warm.

Today is almost a repeat of yesterday morning, just warmer. I need to move one of my temperature sensors. The one in the backyard hangs in the kumquat tree. Until recently, it was shaded… big freeze… not so much shade. About the only shade left is the cedars. I guess they win by default.

Today’s sky has a few wisps of white floating about. Must mean a change is on the way… Yes, one more of these crazy warm days. A little rain in the forecast for tomorrow afternoon then north winds for a while. The prognosticators are calling for sunny days with highs in the 60’s right into next week.

It’s time to go check on Rocky the robot vacuum, he tends to get himself into tight spots more as he gets older and needs help getting out…