Don’t Ask…

“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.” ~Anatole France~ As I write this, I am looking out at an all-day rain and the end of what was an absolutely mouth-watering, life-giving, and rejuvenating stretch of weather in November. I spent four days of this stretch on the bike and when the wind was a little too much or time ran short, I went for a walk. The cordiality of the sun and smiling companion ofRead more

SoCS: An Addition to the Menu

This past week was a glorious addition to a fall biking menu. Rather than normal high temperatures in the upper 40’s to low 50’s F, we have been basking in the warmth of the 60’s and low 70’s. It is the weather I had hoped for in October. It’s been a blessing as the loveliness of the outdoors has kept my mind off the national election and on to more important matters: time on the nearby state bike trails. IRead more

SoCS: Around the Sun in 12

Three hundred sixty-five and one-quarter times around the sun. Twelve months. Another year has passed by and 2019 is almost finito. I thought I would take each month of the past year and share one or two things I remembered about it (good or bad) and see what kind of picture is left. January – Horrible winter month. I worked from home one day, toward the end of the month, because the wind chill was -50F (-45.5C). Brrrr. February –Read more

Thursday Doors: Beerscursion

I’ve been absent from Thursday Doors for about five months and have missed it greatly. A few issues kept me from joining in on a weekly basis: Work Life outside of work A serious lack of time Today, however, I’m joining in for a few good reasons: I’ve had door photos waiting in the wings since last fall I wanted to honor Norm’s return after a well-deserved hiatus Beer I bet that last bullet point got your attention, right? In early November,Read more

Cross the Bridge

Blazing, sapphire blue skies. Warmer-than-normal November days. Crispy, crunchy fall air. Gold and yellow and brown leaves that land upon the earth. The path reaches for two feet and grabs hold. It pleads a midday walk. There is little resistance. The feet say “yes!” The senses feel, hear, as the eyes shut for a moment. Then… Travelling geese sound their alert and jar the feet awake. Bicyclists, joggers and fellow pedestrians pass by. The smallish breeze whispers gently upon a woman’s face. TheRead more

Gray Day

The autumn colors are at or past peak. The trees are loosing their leaves. Today, the sky claimed puffy gray and a foreboding, breathy gray fell off one’s lips. Although the golds and reds remained cheery, the cackling geese betrayed the coming of November.Read more