Awesome several days of riding this week with bluebird, cloudless days and warm temps. An early week ride was on roads, new to me as I scouted out the ride to a LBS (about 35 mi.). Another ride took me up the bike path, past a trout pond teeming with wildlife. There is a family of Ospreys that nests in the same tree on an island in the pond. Their babies have grown up and they seem to all be gone. Scores of geese in and around this pond - under foot and almost under your wheels. They are so accustomed to people they don't even look up as you ride by. They have babies now also. I saw one mama goose with her little flotilla of goslings trailing out behind. They sure were cute.

Today was very warm. No tights needed. Stopped at several parks along the bike path to watch some baseball. This was nostalgic for me because as a boy, Spring meant baseball and the sweetest sound was the crack of a bat and ball. On a certain Sunday, we always new which one with no prearrangement, and would meet in a hayfield when snows were all gone. I no longer live in that town but my family still does. When I go home several times each year, some of those same boys, who I've known for 65 years or so, still live there. It is of considerable pleasure to see them.

It is not too surprising that a simple bike ride would trigger memories from so long ago. At an advanced enough age, there is much more of your life behind you than there is ahead. It has been a great a great ride.