Posts tagged ‘buttercups’
I leave on my bicycle and often think: same roads, same fences, same old barns, same bike, same me … nothing changes.
And then I open my eyes and realize that nature, the natural world, is changing all around me. Beautifully. From minute, to day, to week, to season.
The same road is different each day in small and subtle ways. It is all the change I need.
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Road ride today. I wan’t quite confident in the weather to be rain-free. So no pannier, no dry bag, and hence – no DSLR today, just the pocket point-and-shoot Lumix. Which I came to regret, because my eyes were popping … the fields were amazing today. On fire with red clover and yellow buttercups. And a few daisies.
A pretty peaceful and quiet ride, one that I wished I could have extended a few miles longer. But it was another tennis day for Grant, and against one of the tougher teams in the district, so I really wanted to be there to cheer them on. (Guess I didn’t cheer loud enough; defeat.) 😦
I’ll leave the rest of the ride story to the pictures … not much I can really say. The fields – you’d just have to see it; photos could never capture the scope of the endless color.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
~ Conor Oberst
It was a dark and stormy night …. (I have always wanted to write that). Lots of nasty weather last night, but woke up this morning to sun and some pretty strong winds gusts. Lots of green. (And yellow – up in the field).
Spent the day doing house stuff. Actually, Mark did more of the “work” part than I did (no surprise there). We had both considered taking a nice long road ride, but the wind was so crazy we decided to hold off until later in the afternoon. Finally got out, but it was some tough going. Riding against a gusting headwind is even more difficult for me than a long climb (but I am not such a serious cyclist to begin with;)). A few times crosswind gusts felt like they were going to blow my bike right out from underneath me. On the flip side, a change in direction (tailwind), made it feel like I was flying. Definitely the fun part!
Spent a little time playing with my camera around the yard and up in the field. More “other” pics than bike pics today. Still kind of hard to believe that we’ve reached Day 25 of the 30… And that’s all I have. 😛