It was 63 degrees F at 5:53 this morning as I rolled Rhododendron out of the garage for parts southwest.
First stopped for a yellow (and sure looks life pink in the middle) cabbage rose pic.
Then checked out the Amanita muscaria mushrooms
Rode along Race Street with my emotions organizing themselves for the day. Noticed something like a pit of sadness ahead but just coasted over it without looking down. Riding was enough to keep things flowing and even for the time being.
Made a quick stop at the edge of Meadowbrook Park to see McCullough Creek at the rabbit-statue bridge.
Retraced my path to the official exit rather than going over the longish wet grass directly back to Race Street.
Then west on Curtis, where a light headwind was blowing.
On Curtis Road were many dickcissels singing (many more than were visible) and gorgeous bright yellow goldfinches. They didn’t like having their pictures taken, but managed to document them.
Stopped at the sunken pond at Curtis and Prospect.
Could hear the sound of frogs–bullfrogs and another species. Just by way of announcement; no sustained singing.
The vegetation around the pond was mowed fairly close to the edge, but there were some lovely flowers: spiderwort,
Was amazed not to see geese and to see a number of ducks that didn’t look like mallards, though couldn’t take the ID any further than that.
Back on the road, enjoyed the bike lane at that wide open part of Curtis, as always.
Turned south at Mattis then west on Old Church. Was surprised at how many houses their were this far out in the country,
but there was no shortage of corn, either,
At Rising Road
turned north toward Windsor. A little way along Rising was a farm house fairly close to the road: dog risk? Just talked to myself about the slightness of that possibility (good old denial) and made it safely along. Whew.
But then saw a form ahead in the road, a dog? Coyote? Something unexpected.
Approaching closer recognized it was a person, which was a bit startling; I never see people this far out on the road (though as I mentioned, there were plenty of houses not far away). He appeared reasonably well and unremarkable; nevertheless was glad that the turn east on Windsor Road came before I passed him.
On the way back enjoyed the bike path on Prospect Avenue with its cultivated, shady green borders.