The Season’s First Ride.

Spring time comes in a number of ways. Maple syrup, daylight savings time, and bike rides. On my way home from church this morning the temperature flirted with 10 degrees Celsius  We had told ourselves that 9 degrees and sunny, along with the new cold weather bike clothes we got last week, would be the trigger. So, we dressed up, and rode.

We did our 20k ride, averaged 22 km/hour with a bit of a head wind, which is pretty good for a first ride, using the touring bikes. Oh, and we were four days earlier than last year!!



We have a hummingbird feeder.

Its been out the whole season, but, for some reason the birds did not pay any attention to it. I actually thought  maybe the hummingbirds had all died on their way back from wherever they spend the winter. Just the other day though, I heard the distinctive whirr and chirp as a hummingbird harvested whatever it is they harvest from our Rose of Sharon. They were here all along.

It’s hard to catch these speedsters with a point and shoot digital camera that seems to have a shutter delay. Here I got three!!!

I decided to clean out the feeder, refill it with the tried and true sugar and water mix rather than the “attracts hummingbirds” mix that came with the feeder and hang it in a different place. Less than ten minutes later, they were there. Not just one, but two, three, sometimes four at a time. Hummingbirds don’t like to share, so it’s a regular Quiditch match outside our window. One bird tries to guard the feeder, chasing off all comers. While he’s chasing, others come and enjoy. There is a lot of buzzing and swooping, vertical flying and angry chirping.

I find these birds to be so amazing. They are so incredibly small, so wonderfully agile. Earlier today, one found its way into our garage. Over and over again it examined the ceiling looking for a way out, not recognizing the open door just a foot below. It was getting tired and finally rested on a broom that I had extended to the ceiling. It took a couple of tries, but finally, I got bird and broom out the door.

There are likely some metaphors in all of this, but today, I think I’ll just enjoy the birds for what they are, wonders.

May 24 Weekend

We call it the May 24 weekend, but it actually is Victoria Day and, our country being friendly to the long weekend, is actually celebrated on the Monday closest to the actual day. This year, it was this past weekend. The weekend marks the unofficial start of the summer holiday season. Lots of folks traditionally plant their gardens and flower beds on this weekend.

This year , we went camping. We did the same thing three years ago and almost froze . It was so cold that we said we would never camp on this weekend again. A bunch of our friends were planning to camp, but J refused to book a site until the state of the weather was clear. The weather did look good, so, J went to the park and got one of the last non- reservable sites on Thursday afternoon. We went to the park for Thursday night and it was so cold that we wondered if maybe we had made a mistake after all.

In the end it was a great weekend. Temperatures got up into the low 30’s and people were actually on the beach and in the lake. We read a lot, enjoyed some conversation and laughter around campfires, and generally relaxed. The summer has truly started and, for us, that means a lot of travelling. Thursday, we leave for our latest bike adventure. You can follow some of the trip here on this site or get the more complete travel log at (its more complete because J writes there as well)

We’ll return from that trip and head to San Francisco (by plane) for a wedding and then to Edmonton, shortly after, to meet a new grandchild.

The life of Riley (whoever he is)