Did some yoga practice before this morning’s ride and didn’t get on the road till 7, when it still was only 44 degrees F. The sky was clear except for some eastern cloud remnants. The familiar route felt different right after practice–yoga and cycling certainly different kinds of activities.
Nevertheless did not miss stopping at “my” apple tree and getting a shot of a cluster of good-sized, quite red apples still up in the tree with the moon behind them,
Near the Marker statue, the bottle gentians were really in bloom.
Heading toward home (on the cool side of comfortable but not miserably cold) along the north edge of Meadowbrook Park noticed lots of sweetly twittering goldfinches. Stopped to observe them (no zoom, alas)
and saw that most of their sound seemed to be coming from several apparent fledglings, vibrating their wings and clamoring to their parents for money, I mean food. It was another sign of the passing summer. Reminded me that even birds can be reluctant to grow up and to be patient (even while sticking to those boundaries) with my own fledgeling(s).