Spring at last
Or maybe summer. The furnace was on Friday morning, it was in the low 40s, and then the next day it was in the 80s and almost too hot. But a weekend with three days of cycling can’t be too bad, especially when one of those days was tooling around with my daughter through my hometown haunts, including the first trip to Jumpin’ Jack’s of the season. (Funny that I really wouldn’t think to drive all the way to Jumpin’ Jack’s, a pretty long trip from home, but I end up there on my bike several times a summer.) Got some gardening done, too. Having spent thousands to have a small forest removed from my postage-stamp lot, I lost my mind and planted a tree yesterday. Have always wanted a magnolia and last autumn’s shrubicidal episode left a massive stretch of front yard unvegetated. So now there’s a tender young magnolia relying on the kindness of strangers (or at least a soaker hose) baking in the sun on the corner of the lot, surrounded by a satanic star arrangement of overpriced fescue. And all the other stuff from the other gardens is getting transplanted to make room for vegetables, because there’s just nothing better than fresh food from the garden. It’ll be lovely, I assure you.
Did you happen to cycle your way through Castleton on Sunday afternoon, specifically up Seaman Ave.?
I was mowing a neighbor’s lawn and noticed a cyclist, very pro-looking, whom wasn’t from ’round these parts. Thought it might have been you?
Was going to call out, “Carl?!”, but figured it’d spook whomever it was….perhaps especially if it was indeed you!
You’re part right, it definitely would have spooked me!(Though it’s happened before.) But it wasn’t me — I think ALL the cyclists were out on Sunday. I was riding up in Waterford that day.
But I’ve walked up to people I’ve only met on the web, such as other Flickr members, so you never know until you holler out a name!