It was 45 degrees F and mostly cloudy, not raining but with fresh puddles in the street
at 6:30 am when I headed out in Shadow in the direction of Meadowbrook Park. It was a little past dawn, but the sky still spoke of the sunrise.
Stopped on the way at the Amanita mushroom site, where there only were remnants of last year’s appearance. Getting back on my bike, puzzling in my mind about how one might make sure nursing home residents get their showers on schedule, my foot slipped on the pedal and the bike went down, taking me with it, something pinching my left middle finger hard. I think I saw the bike over my head for a bit(!?!). Was shaken and embarrassed but not seriously hurt, and very grateful it hadn’t happened in traffic!
Proceeded then, carefully, to Meadowbrook Park.
The “wonky Christmas tree” was full of pale green growth shoots,
somewhat obscuring its resemblance to a four-limbed creature.
At the rabbit-statue bridge, the water in McCullough and Davis creeks ran high and fast.
The park was quiet!
Puddles reflected the sky.
The burr oak trees still had tiny leaves.
The sky was sculptural and dramatic.
Walked in on the soft path, which was was quite wet and true to the name, to see whether the recent cool weather had prolonged the shooting star bloom enough to be able to still see any of it.
Alas, no, it was done. Only the slightest evidence of their presence remained.
It now was the time of the golden Alexanders
The sky had some lovely cloud shapes
Saw a group of 3-4 deer ahead of me and then one in the path that took a while to decide to move. I waited for it to do so, thinking it unwise to try to approach it head on.
Rode on and over the Windsor/Vine bridge, beneath which a mallard drake swam with speed and determination, as if it were late for an appointment.
Glad at this point I wore mittens!