It was 63 degrees F at 5:20 AM. The sky was mostly clear with scattered wide, thin clouds.
Had wanted to ride to Sidney this morning but could not spare the continuous time. Guess I had to “settle” for a ride to Meadowbrook Park, to which I went via Vine Street, which was all green and lush and shady.
Arriving at Meadowbrook, looking across Windsor Road, was pleasantly surprised by the layer of mist lying over the ground inside the “small loop,” looking south.
Turned south, into the park, and had a good view of the dewey spiderwort with the sun coming over the mist.
Wanted to get some photos of the patch of blue flag irises, so headed that way, speeding (oh, yeah!) over the rabbit-statue bridge and then turning back to stand on it and look a little while. The “riparian” vegetation was growing thickly along the banks of McCullough Creek. The illumination of the leaves of the tree whose roots hang over the creek close to the bridge made me realize that it was definitely a walnut, which I’d not noticed until now.
Saw an ant crawling on the bridge rail, casting a large (for its size) shadow.
Looked down in the water on the west side of the bridge and saw a coin at the bottom. I wish people wouldn’t throw money into this place where nature feeds my soul. On the other hand, maybe whoever threw it had some deep feelings of loss or longing and tried to connect with the stream in that way. We don’t all see the same thing the same way….
The patch of irises, which was not far down the path from the bridge, was no longer visible from the path. The area was grown up with willow (seedlings?), and it obscured the unity of the iris patch, like a neglected perrenial garden.
And there were as many shriveled blooms as fresh ones, though still plenty of buds. It wouldn’t make the best shot for a greeting card, but did like its generous spread and demonstration of the different stages of life.
On the way home (a busy morning) put Rhododendron in 10th gear and pedaled hard–it felt good to do that deep, aerobic breathing!