|I would like a patch for the |
weather eye. Wouldn't you?
What I'm recommending instead is the historian's weather eye, which is focused on the warm afternoon and the opportunity for a bike ride.
"I don't know if you're interested, but I thought I'd take Bruiser over the playground and let him romp around," he said to me, peering into my cave/study. Where I was huddled over my laptop, grading.
"Give me five minutes," I said, thinking, I can just finish this discussion.
Which I did, almost, and then put my shoes on.
"If you wanted to, you could ride your bike over," he said. "Or otherwise, we could take your car."
That's because the back of his car is filled with his bike. In case beautiful weather breaks out and he can take a spontaneous ride.
"No, I'll ride my bike." And, reader, that bike was a good reminder that on a golden afternoon, regardless of whether it happens to be in the first part of November when by golly it oughta be cold, you should bust out your bike for a spin if you can. And for heaven's sake, wear your helmet.
|I personally like to don a pinafore|
for my Friday morning writing.
Alas, no. Even so, I did get the two images together and I thought some more about the slightly disappointing Michaelmas daisies that are in my front yard (they are a slightly wan color, where many Michaelmas daisies are a lovely more intense lilac), and so I looked up Michaelmas, which gave me plenty more material and I am BAM on my way to a poem, maybe. Feels good. I recommend it.
|My quiet afternoons would totally|
look just like this, if I were in Tuscany.
|Did you know that naps had science?|
They do! This graph is science!