Is anyone familiar with Robert Frost's short poem "Nothing Gold Can Stay?"
Spring in Vermont can be hard. We had two substantial snowstorms in May, and it was cold until about a week ago. Now spring is really happening. Pear and plum trees are blossoming and hermit thrushes are calling. I have always said that a really nice May day in Vermont is as nice as any day can be on anywhere on the planet. Today was such a day.
The only thing this picture has to do with cycling is that it's taken from the porch from which I started and finished this morning's memorably lovely ride.
