Morning Coffee

The garden.

This is where I had my morning coffee.  The sun had not yet pasted the mountain crest so it was cool outside.  I say “cool”, but that’s all relative.  It was only about 80 degrees (F).  I was the only person out and enjoyed the temporary solitude.  Even the birds were silent, except for a neighboring rooster, but he crows at all hours of the day.

I’m preparing for a hot day; August is making its presence clear: hot and bone dry.  While we are still reaping the benefits of the garden, I’m thinking ahead to fall and a welcomed change in the weather.