Sunday, March 24, 2013

Not so fast

A week ago spring flickered and I went for my first road bike ride of the season.  Temperatures approached 70 and all was right in the world.  Then Mother Nature had a change of heart and arctic cold blasted and blustery winds swept across the mesa.  Fickle witch.  It was 11 degrees when I picked up the Sunday Times this morning and I’ll be back on the damnable stationary bike watching old Tour de France videos by this afternoon.

On the plus side winter's resurgence sets the table for a long overdue addition to my Sketches of Winter series.  I’ve neglected the poor thing. 


Daryl A. Black said...

Your Sketches of Winter is such a thing of beauty and today's blog full of sarcasm and humor! Yes, spring is such a witch with a capital 'b". It was 2 here yesterday morning. Just when we thought there was a real breakthrough. It will come and then we can rage on about how "hot" it is! You are inspired these days, Steve!

Steve Immel said...

I wrote this one using the word bitch but thought better of it last night. Thanks as always, Daryl.