Yesterday we had a deluge. Today it was cloudy, breezy and chilly. Still, I saw unmistakable signs of spring during my ride this afternoon.
Whether or not a garden is artfully arranged, flowers lift my spirits. To paraphrase Will Rogers, I've never met a flower I didn't like.
Am I sentimental? Perhaps. I will admit to being a romantic, even a hopeless one. My newest dream is a bike lane under a canopy of cherry blossoms.
Some people talk about being on a "pink cloud." I think I got a glimpse of what it might be like to live under one. It would be very nice. At least it was, for the brief moment I spent under it.
Whether or not a garden is artfully arranged, flowers lift my spirits. To paraphrase Will Rogers, I've never met a flower I didn't like.
Am I sentimental? Perhaps. I will admit to being a romantic, even a hopeless one. My newest dream is a bike lane under a canopy of cherry blossoms.
Some people talk about being on a "pink cloud." I think I got a glimpse of what it might be like to live under one. It would be very nice. At least it was, for the brief moment I spent under it.
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