Hawkes Bay NZ Water trail

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Thursday October 8

I picked these roses from my yard this evening. They are the last I will have until next May. There is a time for everything: to grow, to die. I hope that next May I can welcome back my roses with optimism and hope for a happy if completely different life from the one I expected to live. To the past I say, thank you. To the future, I say yes.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Mint green morning

I picked up my bike from the shop and am back in the saddle once more, commuting to my classes son a lovely fall morning. I stopped for coffee at Coyle's Bakeshop in Greenwood, to grade my students' first assignment and enjoy the pretty decor. Reminds me of places in the South.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Golden Gardens 5 pm tursday Sept 29

All hail the autumn sun. The season is changing and I'm entering the final quarter of a terrible year. Perhaps I am getting closer to something better. I wish.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Mt Baker from the Damfino Lakes trail

A spectacular fall day called for a spectacular hike. There is the promise of winter fast approaching in the chilly air and frosty ground, but I feel blessed to know how to find places like this. Tomorrow I return to the classroom to teach. It's sad to say goodbye to summer but time marches on, indifferent to my desires and concerns, so I must live in the moment.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Outside Cafe Besalu in Ballard

I'm not fond of dogs in cafes, but this 3 pack of pugs, 2 oldsters and a young one made me smile on this beautiful Fall morning. I could even forgive the light one for standing on the human's bench, because the old guys were so mellow. I'm running errands on Tongling the Red because I need to do maintenance on my touring bike after its big ride (800+ miles!) on the Pacific Coast.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Home for harvest

During my 19 days away, my vegetable garden kept going. A nice consolation for the sadness of something fine having to end.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Leaving Portlamd on Amtrak

Nice alpenglow on Mt Hood a finale to my Pacific Coast bike trip, closing the circle by returning to my starting point. The riding was exhausting and difficult at times, as was the Hwy 101 road conditions and traffic of logging trucks and enormous RVs. But it was worthwhile, spending long hours by myself, turning the cranks in time with my thoughts. This year has been terribly difficult for me and will continue as such, for how long I cannot know. I am left alone, to pick up the pieces of a life I never expected to change with such sudden cruelty. It is perfectly possible to weep and ride my bike at the same time, without crashing, because I've done so for 18 days. I grieve that these beautiful scenes are mine alone, and no longer can shared. Love is not kind. It is not fair. I must distrust it for the present. Things are so very confusing.