A great deal of weeding was done this week. Hours and hours of it, to be honest. So much so, that you can now smell the fragrant smells of some of the herbs (not pictured) you aren’t sure that you really want. The herbs that grow in such abundance you know you’ll never need them all. There aren’t enough recipes or neighbors for those things. But they smell like summer, and now they’re commanding the nostrils’ attention, a sensory system which was, until yesterday and today, previously overwhelmed by the site of so many weeds. But now the flower beds all look pretty grand.
There are also flowers to deadhead. And maybe I’ll do that one day. And then, in a week or so: the peaches.
But, first more heat, and a lot of it.
Went out for a bike ride this morning which was a great big ol’ bust. We set out to do my little 25-mile time trial, and I was so proud to introduce it to my lovely bride. Proud if for no other reason than that she didn’t know all of the turns, so she’d have to ride with me, rather than drop me in the wind somewhere. (She’s much stronger in the wind than I am.)
But we were about 10 miles in and I flatted. I glanced down to try to ascertain what was going on and at that same time, in front of me, she almost got whacked by a car coming out from the right. We’re sensitive to that sort of thing, as you might imagine. So she collected herself and went on … somewhere. I sat under a shade tree and replaced yet another tube. That makes five for the season.
And then I think I might have punctured the new tube on the way back in. I was too frustrated to check. All one must do is go out tomorrow, squeeze the back tire and mutter Belgian cycling oaths.
Look, I have a blessed life, exceedingly so, and I can’t really want for much. These, however, are the things I want for at the moment: to fall asleep at regular times consistently, to go one, maybe two whole months without having a service call at the house (looking at you, August and September) and to have maybe a dozen high quality bike rides in a row.
Starting, one hopes, with the next one.
