Jell-O with an L

When I was very young, I had a hard time saying yellow. It came out as “Lell-O.” Jell-O with an L. Hello with an L. I have vague memories of the Lell-O, but the correct pronunciation eventually made its way out of my mouth and all was right in the world. Yellow was yellow again. Yellow is not my favorite color and it’s not due to the long-ago missing Y. It’s simply a matter of preferring jewel tones and blackRead more

SoCS: Breathing Seasons

Breathe in Breathe out Lungs cauterized by winter’s frozen retort Stark trees bare their darkened soul Breathe in Breathe out Lungs refreshed by spring’s unprocessed reply White birch bare their newborn green Breathe in Breathe out Lungs parched by summer’s brazen song Limbs bare their sultry, layered bark Breathe in Breathe out Lungs clear and crisp by autumn’s chameleon chatter Leaves bare their red and golden hues Breathe in Breathe out Lungs expand and collapse by pages on the calendarRead more

Ride Number Three

On Sunday, I managed to get in bike ride number three. This is quite the feat considering how miserable the spring has been. Although the day was somewhat cool for June 2nd, in the mid 60’s, I put on the bike gear, filled up the water bottle, and headed out on the CB trail. Thank God it was open. Prior to Memorial Day weekend, I was driving to work one morning and passed a big electronic sign that said, “CBRead more

No Longer a Sign…

“She turned to the sunlight     And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor:     Winter is dead.” –A.A.Milne, “When We Were Very Young” Happy Spring to the Northern Hemisphere. Wonderful Autumn to the Southern Hemisphere. Blessed warmth to those who don’t feel the difference. This post has been brought to you by March 20, 2019, and Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. If you are wondering what One-Liner Wednesday is all about, CLICK HERE. Linda G. Hill is theRead more

The Other Side

“They say stay in the lines, but there’s always something better on the other side.” ~John Mayer~ I made it to the other side On my ride Last one of the season I reasoned This may be true The sky shod its blue Days turned to chill as the rider turned ill Could there be more For a bicycle whore Another warm day Before fall goes away To get to the other side And ride outside the lines This postRead more

Lately, Today

Not sure what to say today Lately, it’s like this most often rainy, dreary, no sun blah missing Vitamin D One day last week it appeared blue sky crispy crunchy air fading greens, bright yellows I walked the autumn path The morning sky soulful breathtaking at peace when there is sun The morning rain dark and inky gloomy moisturizing mottling traffic lights On a bright day the sandhills visit trumpet their song of migration then fly away She barely escapedRead more

SoCS: All that is good

Dear Trail, You are the picture of life, of breath You lead me past spring mud and melting snow Into summer’s green and warmth Through autumn’s colorful splendor I adore you   You are the picture of happiness and joy Your path takes me on a pleasant journey Into forests of trees and places unknown Through bright sunlight and dancing shadows I admire you   You are the picture of all that is good You take me along the pathRead more

Dog Days & Band-Aids

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. “The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. “It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsetsRead more

Random Acts of Autumn

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L.M. Montgomery I am too. I have a love/hate relationship with autumn. I love the color of leaves, the crunchy cool air, the blanket of leaves on the ground, and the late farmer’s market, where there is an abundance of pumpkins, squash and root vegetables. On the other hand, autumn signals that winter is coming. I don’t know if I can say that I “hate” winter. Most often, IRead more

Last Ride Goodbyes?

I’m wondering if I’ll get out on the bike trail…one more time…before it turns too cold. We’ve had beautiful days in September and October, but not necessarily on the weekends. This is the time of year when Wisconsinites cannot be assured of biking-friendly weather. It can be stunningly gorgeous as it was on Monday and Tuesday when the high reached close to 70. Or it can be raining a cold fifty-degree dampness, like today. It’s hard to know when aRead more

Wishes from a Bridge

I wish that you had been here with me upon my wooden slats to smell the remnants of summer air before the temperature crashed I wish you had heard the crunch of the dried leaves upon my boards to see them scatter just a bit in unspoken, leafy words I wish you had heard the sounds of geese flying overhead their honks of joy going south to make their winter’s bed I wish that you had walked my path the sameRead more