It was 66 degrees F at 6:30 am, the thin clouds in the eastern sky tinged pink but the sun disc fully visible as I headed east on Main Street on re-born Rhododendron.
But first I prepared my shoulders with sandbags (a little awkward but possible!) at the yoga studio.
Rode east on Main Street and passed the place where I almost always see a fox if it’s early enough on a Sunday morning, but there was no fox today.
At least the grove of oaks looked healthy, which is saying a lot this year.
Stopped at the edge of Weaver Park,
where there were nicely blooming (i.e., not attacked by whatever has gotten the ones next to my house and a lot of them at Meadowbrook) cup plants
and tick trefoil.
Rode to High Cross Road and turned south toward Washington Street, then east to where it “t’d” into county road 1800 E.
At first went right and jogged left to check on “little Gehenna”.
It was, as usual, ready to burn.
Then turned back and rode north on 1800E, planning to go a ways, along the handsome, green-and-tasseled cornfields.
Crossed Interstate 74
and the Saline Branch (of the Salt Fork of the Vermilion River).
But then saw (or heard, the recollection is becoming obscured) a dog up ahead, and opted not to continue in its direction. When in doubt, I avoid the dog. I love dogs, but this is the only way to be sure there won’t be an unpleasant encounter.
Then rode south on Cottonwood.
In a well-groomed front yard saw a lovely blooming mimosa tree.
Rode by Trelease Woods,
across the road from which noticed
Saw morning glories along the corn, probably unwelcome, but adding a nice accent of color.
Then returned home.
Ah, it’s nice to revisit the summer on a cloudy October morning when I’m not biking but recovering from the currently circulating respiratory virus.