It was 60degF when I set out for a before-breakfast ride on the Minuteman this morning, cool enough for long sleeves and full-finger gloves, a gray sky with a breeze that seemed always to come from the least-convenient quarter. Stayed down in the drops a lot, both to make time against headwinds and to stay a little warmer.
I'm starting to get a sense of who the Minuteman morning regulars are. Saw the Whippet Lady and the Returnable Bottles Guy again: he seems to have fixed his flat.
The sumac is in bloom out near Peepers Pond. My late father-in-law called it a trash tree, and it does grow like a weed, but
our neighborhood Persian restaurant serves its dried, powdered fruit as a table
condiment.
Saw a very small, very young snake crossing the path. Noted that several others of its cohort tried the same thing and didn't make it. Good luck to the little guy.
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