Enjoyed a little bike ride in the warmth of Saturday afternoon. We are in that season where it is too chilly to want to ride in the morning. And the evening cools off just in time to go back inside. But, in between, it can be perfect.
So we had the usual bike ride weaving through the nearby neighborhoods and around the eastern side of town. No legs, but plenty of heart, some good smiles and a fine amount of fun.
Not too much fun, just the proper, moderate, amount. Not so much that you overdo it, but enough to make you want to go try to have a similar amount of fun. So, sometime in the next week, I’ll go have another ride with the appropriate amount of enjoyment. Nothing gluttonous, mind you, something perfectly unassuming.
But if I pile on the miles I can collect a personal best for the year.
What to do, what to do.
In addition to this being Catober, it’s also leaf season. It’s a bit dry just now, but maybe that won’t keep us from a nice, long leaf turn. If it hasn’t rained in a while maybe it’ll hold off for another month or so. It’s dry, but rain is nature’s big achoo around here. One shower and the leaves are everywhere. And trees don’t wear masks.
So, as long as it lasts, be warned: the photos around here will be soothing and/or reflective for a while:
The and/or construction is seldom used with great effect, but, I have found, it works when discussing the transitory nature of trees.
There’s also that sky rolling in, the one I dread for most of the next six months or so. The first real indication of that rolled in yesterday.
Autumn isn’t worth it, but I have no say in these things. It happens whether I want it to, or not. I am in the middle of it whether I want to be, or not. So, cheerily, one must find ways to rationalize it and take whatever advantage you can.
The maple in the backyard gives a nice going away present, at least.
It’s weird. You spend the summer dreading the autumn. I don’t mind autumn itself, but it’s signal. When the skies get gray and the tempers swing wildly and the leaves go, I know I’ll spend the autumn dreading the winter and “spring.” There should be a better way to look at that. Yet to find it.
