Neighborhood sights
All was dreary and ugly when I woke up this morning.
By 8:30, tornadoes were rolling through the Tennessee Valley, setting off sirens everywhere.
At 1:00, the sun burst out in all its glory and dried the streets.
The temperature rose to 76 degrees, and it became a beautiful day.
Instead of writing an entry, I decided to come home and take a leisurely bike ride through the neighborhood and around Madison, and reflect on life. There are many people: friend, enemy, liberator, liberated, call them what you like - who will most likely be in harm’s way in a very few hours.
I guess there’s nothing like the thought that your armed forces might be fighting soon - whether you agree or disagree with what they’re fighting about - to bring home just how great it is to live in a land where freedom is (mostly) cherished.
In lieu of an entry, some pictures from the yard, demonstrating the beauty of the day we were given.
The Bradford pears are some blooming fools.
Unfortunately the dying flowers smell like something dead and rotting.
The shed, wherein the bicycle has hibernated for the winter.
My baby, hiding in the back.
Look at that sky. Could it be more beautiful?
Ready to go.
Note the uber-dork rearview mirror on the handlebars.
