Hey Mother Nature -
I’ve treated you pretty nice all my life, haven’t I? Remember that time in elementary school when I went on a teacher influenced letter writing spree that resulted in the governor’s office sending me seed packets to get me to shut up? I remember that pretty clearly. This year I even bought an expensive aluminum water bottle for your benefit!
So what’s up with the weather lately? Why was today the third time in two weeks that I’ve been caught driving in the middle of a blinding windy thunderstorm? You know how I feel about storms. You know how wind makes me want to pull off the road and cry like a baby.
All I’m asking for is one week of uneventful car trips.
You can do that for me, right?
I’d like to tell you about my tomatoes…
… but they’re pretty boring.
My garden adventure is going swimmingly, despite what the tomato plants are trying to convey. There is going to be so much broccoli when all is said and done. SO MUCH (I am not kidding at all). Seeing so many living plants is kind of baffling to me, for some reason. I think I grew green beans once in elementary school, but this is an entire garden that I have been part of and it is not dead.
It’s surprising, is what I’m trying to say.
One thing I’ve never disliked about living in West Virginia is the fact that it’s easy to find a place to take a bike ride without the threat of getting mowed down by cars.
For instance, there’s the North Bend Rail Trail if you don’t mind mud and “haunted tunnels.” I rode there often when I was much younger and in better shape, and last year I tried again, but as soon as I unloaded my bike, the brakes fell off. So.
This year the plan is to ride more, no matter how much my sore body protests. Which it will, if last week’s ride on a relatively flat, paved trail along the Ohio River tells me anything.