After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.
~ H. G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
Yesterday M and I went for our first bicycle ride of the season. I can’t believe it is June already and we’ve only taken one bike ride! Then again, this year has been full of challenges for me so maybe it shouldn’t be surprising at all. One of the best things about being out on my bicycle was feeling well enough to be out on my bicycle.
On the way to The Point, we pass fields of wheat and corn. Then we arrive at the Church in the Shire and just past that, the road curves and we enter a wooded area. On a hot and sunny day, the shade is always welcome after all the wide-open space of the farm fields.
Leaving the woods, we come to the marsh where the grasses are taller than us and Bald Eagles sometimes perch on the tallest of the trees.
After a walk on the beach and a drink of water, it is time to turn around and go back. I tell M to go on ahead of me so I can take my time and snap a few pictures. You see, the wheat is almost ready to harvest and I am taken with the beauty of the fields and the individual wheat stalks, especially when they dance together in the wind.
I love riding and walking by the wheat fields. I don’t know how it is I never noticed how beautiful wheat is before we moved to the Eastern Shore. We must have had wheat fields in the Bogs (northeast Ohio), but I don’t recall ever seeing them. Corn and soybeans, yes. But not wheat. Perhaps I wasn’t paying attention.
The way the sunlight shines through the fields is extraordinary. My favorite thing to do is look for flowers or other plants growing in the midst of the wheat. It is not always easy to find a “weed” growing in the wheat since the farmers use herbicides to kill everything except what they plant/grow.
Sunlight and flowers in a wheat field are works of art to me. When the wind moves through, the wheat dances in waves of light and shadow, almost flickering and flame-like.
That’s about it from my first bike ride of the season. I’m glad we got out yesterday. The weather is warming up again, and we’ll be in the 90’s soon.
Thank you for stopping by. I’m going to watch the sunset this evening from the porch, mostly because I’m too lazy to suit up and go out to the dock. You’re welcome to join me. Sunset this evening is at 8:24 PM.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Today’s joys: Homemade apple-cinnamon rice pudding for breakfast; an expansive morning meditation; time to read and write and play; the silence of the day; a nice Memory of the Day from Facebook (I don’t often compliment Facebook, but I did enjoy seeing this memory pop up).