Waiting Patiently

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland~ Nineteen days and counting. As I snapped this photo of a bench at Fritse Park, on the shores of Little Lake Butte des Morts, I had thoughts of the comings days: Temperatures slowly warming (*fingers crossed*), snow melting (after this Tuesday’s predicted snowstorm), grass growing (once the snow melts), the promise of daffodils (if it warms up) and the maiden 2015 voyage of a mountain bike (when the grassRead more

Into the Fray

fray2/frā/ noun a situation of intense activity, typically one incorporating an element of aggression or competition.   Every time the mountain bike has come out of the garage this summer, it’s been an adventure – new trails found; a battle with mosquitoes and soft sand; searching for the trail head; pedaling more miles than thought possible; enjoying views of blue water and majestic oak; hurting in places one would rather not hurt. None of the adventures, though, compare in intensity toRead more

The Fall Truth

It’s fall. There is no denying. Green leaves have become a palette of red and yellow, ombre coloration lining the horizon. It’s a favorite time of year for many. The smell of fall alone is worth the three-month walk toward winter.  It’s the combination of fallen leaves, air, the final cutting of grass and the occasional leaf burning pile that fills nostrils with the same exuberance as that of spring. Well, almost. I would exchange fall for spring again –Read more