A fine fall weekend we had. It wasn’t long enough, but it was perfect and I didn’t do enough with it. So, yes, perfect indeed.
One would think that after a certain number of autumns you would be able to solve this contradiction. First you’d have to realize, though, that it isn’t a contradiction at all. But it is very much a thing.
Those pesky things.
Anyway, we had a lovely little bike ride on Saturday. It was a nice and warm and sunny day. We did it in the little ring, the point being lighter pedaling and a higher cadence, or something. We took one of the very traditional routes and cut it in half. Just the beginning and the end, if you please. And somewhere pretty early on I got dropped, long before it was respectable to be dropped to be frank.
But then there was the turn around and just before I got there, we crossed paths:
And then there were six-and-a-half miles back to the house. I chased on for about five of those miles before I finally got to close her down. That last mile was spent trying to bridge the final bit of the gap and get on her wheel. It was probably 20 minutes of pedaling like crazy, I had no more to give. How racers do that and then attack over the top escapes me.
Saturday night we sat on the deck and made S’mores and looked at the stars, which was pretty perfect.
On Sunday afternoon … we went for a walk.
Here’s the maple in our backyard:
We have a fruit tree which doesn’t bear fruit …
And we have a little creek that runs through the woods immediately behind our house. And I love being in the woods. A straight branch here, an almost right angle there, there’s so much personality to slowly feel your way through. Tracks, sounds of critters, curious holes in fallen trees, it all makes for a lovely experience.
This is well down the road, and almost into the string of houses on the other side of the woods, which are just as peaceful and full of magic and possibility:
It’s hard not to be romantic about a place like this:
The colors are just starting to go, too:
And we met a new neighbor, too. Behold, the friendly green frog:
She said he was also having a fine weekend. We’d probably heard her the night before. I’d like to her song all year-round. Alas.
