Santa Tourista, where we live, is supposed to have a Mediterranean climate. Lately, it’s been closer to arctic. It’s below freezing at night and not that much warmer during the day. I’ve been foregoing the morning bike rides with Grams and Big Guy. It’s far better to pull the duvet over my head and catch a few more Zzzzzs. We were even thinking of covering up our orange tree with its own duvet.
This weekend, however, Grams came into my room and tossed my wooly cap, jacket and mittens at me and said, “Time for you to get out, mister!” At least it wasn’t as early as when she goes to work during the week; but it still was cold. This morning there was ice on the roof tops and on the windscreens of the cars. Big Guy tried to say that it was just frost, but it was thick ICE!
We went for a 2-hour ride around the famous (not!) Santa Tourista airport, then past the slough, and through the campus, past Grams’ work, and back to home. As we went past the slough Big Guy spotted an egret. I made Grams stop. I had to get a picture. Every time I try to get a picture of an egret, they fly away. But, this time I was downwind of him and I managed to get several shots.
It was so quiet and slough was moving so slow. Life seemed to stop for a few minutes as I snapped away. When I got back to the bike, Grams had her face in a sage bush. “It’s sage, Gweeds!” “Uh, yeah,” I noted. “No, no, it’s sage that I smell when I go through the student housing on my way home every day!” “I’m thrilled for you.” “No, you don’t understand, I’ve been trying to figure out what that smell was for months! This is so cool!” What can I say? She’s easily amused.
At least this time, we didn’t have to go down the ‘hill of death,’ but we did go up it. It’s funny; there was a young man who was walking his bike up the hill. We would have had to do that about 6 months ago. But, we just pedaled past him. “Hey, Gweeds, that’s the power of my thundering thighs!” exclaimed Grams. No comment.
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