I couldn't help but break into song as I rolled out of my driveway this morning:
Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.
-Oscar Hammerstein II
Luckily, no one was around to hear me. Given that it was only 40 degrees when I left my house, I didn't have much company on the bike path. Of course, the temperature also meant that the clouds of gnats that hang out over the path through the duck flats were minimal, too.
It's nearly the end of June, and yet I'm continuing to note what I consider lovely signs of spring. The wild celery, iris, and goat's beard are finally blooming, while a few shooting stars and violets are still hanging on. I keep watching for river otter pups and bears while I ride in the should-be-early-enough morning, but I have yet to see any. I do enjoy the flitting MacGillivray's warblers and redpolls, though, not to mention the eagles, ravens, crows, and Steller's jays. The gnats, those I could live without. They do have a tendency to get stuck in my teeth.
Now, if I could just figure out a way to keep riding instead of ending up in my cubicle....
