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the BBC


… Which, in my case,  simply stands for the usual: Bikes, Barns, Cows.

(Along with a dose of goldenrod thrown in –  just to make me sneeze.)

Happily back to wandering ways, on the cusp of fall.  Life is divine.

small change

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.

riding through puddles

The weather continues to mystify me.  Heavy rains and severe storms have rolled through the area, and to see tornado destruction in AL and AR in January is mind boggling.  I cannot bear the thought of a repeat of last spring – and we’re still in the middle of what is supposed to be winter.

Rain or not, I needed to get out today.  It was gusty but warm, and I revisited a road I hadn’t ridden in quite a while.  Cows, barns, creeks (overflowing) and plenty of mud. But I still have fun riding through puddles…

my struggle with brevity

still waiting for winter to arrive

I tend to fall behind, as you know by now … On my bicycle, as well as in posting to this blog in a timely manner.   I try and tell myself that I should just try to make a habit of “quick and simple” – make it brief –  rather than trying to wait for a time when I feel I really have something to say, something to write.  I should possibly (probably?) treat this more like my messy disjointed journal and be more spontaneous, simple, and concise.

So I tell myself.  And of course I never listen.

This time of year tends to be slightly less than crazy with the holidays just around the corner.  My boys have all come home (smiles), the music has returned, the boys and their friends gather around the table for epic games of Risk late into the night, the shopping and the wrapping are in progress, and the baking will hopefully begin soon.  (And to my friend Myrna, I am sorry but I have yet to try the macaron recipes… sorry.)

Rather than try to write anything more, I’ll leave it to the iPhone pics to tell the story of recent ridings and other sights.  Brief.  I’m trying to be brief.

cars passing

... and cows

knees and knickers

love match

$0.00 per gallon (and $1.00 for the newspaper)

no snow ... only white fluffy stuff of a different kind

critterpalooza

 

lens cleaner

(You can thank me now – despite the initial scare, this is a 100% goat-less post). 😉

There has been a lot of rambling around lately … because I am obviously honing my non-productivity skills.  And because the weather is beautiful, and I’d rather be out on  my bike goofing off, rather than, well … cleaning out the attic or mowing grass.

I’ve been drawn to long rides on the Xtracycle lately.  As someone once perfectly described – it’s not the lycra-clad fast and furious stuff (as if I ever do that), but more of a “long, slow boogie”.  Typical me.  Carry a picnic lunch, stop and talk to cows, linger in the fresh green of spring.

So … a few of the sights of recent days, because there’s not much more to be said.

exploring un-named roads

... and always finding more cows

things that haul...

 

... and things that haul "better"

the curious ones ...

and the not-so-curious ones

pink-ness

the "end" 😉

 

losing daylight

twilight with cows

I love this time of year.  And I don’t.  The air is cool, dry and crisp … the leaves are falling … the mornings are edged with frost.  And it gets dark much too early.

While the squirrels hide away nuts and acorns, I’m filled with the urge to cook and bake.  Pumpkin and spice muffins, soups, squashes.  Warm and fragrant comfort foods – the things I crave after being outside and riding in the cool weather.

The #330daysofbiking count:  have ridden 203 of the past 223 days; 144 days remaining.  Ride on. 😀

white cow, white bike

colors of solitude

still life

 

#330daysofbiking Day 100: one hundred

Let’s just say  … I’ve been warned. 😉

One hundred days of riding since April 1st … and feeling like 100’F out there (even though I think we officially topped out in the 90’s once again).  Is this what are known as dog days?   I have to think so.

not quite ready for The Tour....

Everybody was off doing the things they do – band stuff, summer jobs, business travel.  It was me, myself, and I once again.  I started the day on the Greenway early this morning, thinking it would be a change to take a run (which I like to do – occasionally).  But as I started off, I could tell it was already too hot for me; so I ended up walking.   I ran into two bike police-men, and maybe they actually were more fit than they looked, but they appeared to be kind of dragging in the heat.  Great to see them on bikes, but made me a little nervous, actually.  (Envisioning seeing one of them passing out from heat exhaustion/over-exertion :-0 ).

Watched the Tour during the heat of mid-day, and ended up riding later in the afternoon.  Brought the Lensbaby along, because I like how it gives that kind of “melting-in-the-heat” feeling.

I’m not sure whether to consider this 100 day marker a milestone or not?  Not quite one-third of the way there, but kind of an interesting feeling to know that I’ve managed to get this far – riding 100 of the past 106 days.  Also pretty thrilled that my legs haven’t fallen off (yet)!

I actually think before the whole #30daysofbiking (and subsequent #330daysofbiking) began, I was riding  nearly every day anyway – just never kept track, and probably avoided some of the bad weather/rainy days, I will admit.  But now, after being out in heat, rain, thunderstorms, darkness – I guess I feel a bit more capable, and confident.  Mentally, I like that I have seemed to eliminate the excuse-making element; I’m going out, no matter what.

So … Day 100 pictures with that melted-popsicle feeling that the Lensbaby is so good at – just the usual: cows, barns, fencelines.  You know by now.  After 100 days, some things just don’t change, do they?  😉

the simple beauty

moo...

red gate