At 6:12 this morning it was 56 degrees under clear skies as I pointed Rhododendron to the east and north to check out High Cross Road.
Did not expect a Meadowbrook-like flower display, but on the way, Weaver Park was just starting to offer a bouquet of prairie flowers:
at least three of the Sylphium sisters (cup plant, rosin weed, and prairie dock; cup plant is shown here) and budding yellow coneflowers
and an early-blooming aster.
And this on a pretty casual inspection.
Then rode on Main Street, across University through the Beringer subdivision and north on High Cross Road.
The corn and soybean crops were well underway.
Rode as far as High Cross and Ford Harris
and turned back.
Noticed bone-like pieces (turned out to be wood) imbedded in the road.
Saw a dead possum, presumably hit by a car, with its immature babies scattered around it. Alas. Almost showed a photo but decided against it. Photographs of violence have their importance, but they always feel disrespectful to the victims.
Stopped on the pleasant ride southward (it seems there is a bit more downward slope in that direction) to get a picture of chicory (exotic weeds) because their discs of pale violet-blue radiating petals seemed exceptionally lovely just then.
On Main Street on the way back stopped at the place with the native plant garden, across from Weaver Park, where lead plants were blooming.
And, as at Meadowbrook, troubled by Japanese beetles.
Shortly afterward I was troubled by the next-door dog, who must have thought I was about to trespass on its territory. I used the high-pitched “Good doggie!” approach, its owner called it back when he saw what was happening, and no damage was done.
Except that I got out of there so fast I didn’t get my phone securely into my pocket. After crossing the street I heard a sound that reminded me of crushing an empty bottled-water bottle and unwisely rode on without investigating it. Only when I stoped for another photo did I realize that the phone was not there.
Alarmed at being without my life-support (sad, I know) phone, I retraced my path and desperately hoped it was near the site of the sound I’d ignored.
Fortunately it was! I retrieved it, and the day proceeded without any more such near-disasters.