When: Saturday, during the Afternoon- 3/17/2018
Weather: Low 80’s, mid-afternoon.
Observations/Thoughts

• Bike Weenies: Today, I believe I was a moving pylon in someone’s obstacle course.  Not sure why I was chosen to serve in this role.  It looked like this particular bike weenies left the house with his intention to own the sidewalk.  I was not given a warning or an apology.  I became an impediment that needed conquering.  His companion offered no bike swerving as they passed me.  The damage emotionally had already been done.
• Dancing Cavemen:  As I turned the first real 90-degree turn on the path, I was greeted by a dancing caveman coming up the path toward me–on my side of the path.  Why was he a caveman?  He had a piece of wood as thick as a baseball bat and about 3/4th as long.  Why was he dancing?  Since he was on my side of the sidewalk, we had to negotiate whether I would join him in walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk OR whether he would temporarily hop to the correct side of the path so we could intersect without confusion.  After I began moving to the “wrong” side of the walkway, he quickly moved over so we could avoid confusion.  As he passed, he told me to, “Keep on Keeping on!”  I let him know I would.  To show my approval, he grimaced at me and beat his stick in the dirt a number of times.
• Blooms:  The blooms have arrived.  Walking through a balance of urban woods and residential, I see all sizes of redbuds, Bradford pears, crab apples, and a mix of other blooming vines/trees/shrubs/annuals/perennials..  I love the delicacy of the redbuds.  The shades of pink that cover the branches are nearly overwhelming.  The blooms on the pears give them temporary value.  Some still call them the “worst tree ever“.  The other blooms don’t seem as prominent or as frequent.  They are still one of spring’s special delights.