Racing the flowers

It is a fine day, thanks for asking. Rode to work on my bicycle. Coasted, really. You don’t want to overheat too early in the day and all that. I rode home a bit faster. The terrain is more favorable and it doesn’t hurt to sweat.

But I lovely day for it. Here’s a photo of a flower I took to belabor the point:

That’s just across the street from the office, so that’s nice to see on a trip out for lunch. It is a day worth being outdoors. But, inside, I found this story about the work some other people are doing outside, in the great northwestern expanses of Canada:

I wonder, if you framed archeology as playing in the mud and dirt if more of us would be digging up clumps of the stuff in far flung places.

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