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A ride to the Point

Starting out.
Starting out.

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

Heading towards The Point.
Heading towards The Point.

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.

Passing through the wooded area.
Passing through the wooded area.

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.

Entering the marsh.
Entering the marsh.

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.

On the beach at The Point.
On the beach at The Point.

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.

Queen Anne's Lace and wheat, a collage.
Queen Anne’s Lace and wheat, a collage.

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.

Standing straight.
Standing straight.

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.

Daisy, daisy.
Daisy, daisy.

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.

Milkweed in the grain.
Milkweed in the grain.

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.

Dancing.
Dancing and waving.

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.

Morning Glories and Queen Anne's Lace at the edge of a field.
Morning Glories and Queen Anne’s Lace at the edge of a field.

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).

On this day last year.
On this day last year.
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Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

19 thoughts on “A ride to the Point

  1. I love your wheat pictures. There’s a point when it’s still green but before it starts to go gold that it can be said to be “bluing.” It turns the most amazing color with deep blue overtones. If there are wheat fields in your area next year, you should stalk them until they ‘blue.’

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  2. I enjoyed tagging along on your bike ride. The pictures of the wheat are fascinating. Love what you captured there. Now I have to go take another look through the fields around me, well maybe later in the year as the growing season is just starting up her.

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  3. I would love to come along on a bike ride such as this, Robin! I enjoy wheat fields too, but it always seems as if I’m looking at them through the car window as I zoom past. I’d be pleased to get out and actually explore one in detail like you’ve done. I adore your wheat field photos, especially with the little flowers, or weeds! Sounds like a wonderful day all around. 🙂

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  4. I was thinking about getting the bike out today. Used impending thunderstorms as an excuse not to. Maybe tomorrow. I too love wheat fields. Up close the wheat is just beautiful, and in an entire field it’s stunning. And I like the photo with the blurred edges…so much motion and/or dream in that one! Glad you shared with us! PS: Like the photo from last year too!!

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  5. I envy your nice flat roads! I don’t bike anymore because the hills around here are killer! How wonderful to be able to bike to the beach! 🙂 Does the wheat field smell like baking bread in the heat? I’ve often wondered that!

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    1. That’s a great question, Eliza! Not that I’ve noticed, but it should, shouldn’t it? Maybe it’s the yeast that provides the scent of baking bread. 🙂

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  6. I thought bike riding was the very last thing I would ever give up in my life but I was wrong. I had to give it up and life went on… enjoy it while you can!

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  7. You had a really nice ride and I’m glad I could see it along with you. The pictures were great and your commentary really made me feel like I was there.

    Nancy

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  8. Glad to see that you are feeling up to riding again. And thanks again for the thoughtful gift. 🙂
    I’m not sure there is much wheat in the bogs.

    Your anonymous pal….

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  9. I’m so happy to hear that you are feeling so much better, Robin! I’ve never seen wheat portrayed in such an appealing way before – your photos brought out a beauty I hadn’t noticed – perhaps because I am allergic to it!

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Comments are delightful and always appreciated. I will respond when I can (life is keeping me busy!), and/or come around to visit you at your place soon. Thank you!

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