Slow Sunday Scenes in the Village: Mix

 

It is a Sunday afternoon by now, and sittin' out in the shade on the patio i see a gnome watching while sitting a swing attached to a branch in the orange tree. Big red dunce cap, white beard, heavy blue jacket, just enough breeze to gently push him forward, rock him back. I oughta get up and give him a nudge. Just a week or two ago the same breeze was pushing the scent of orange blossom through the kitchen window. There are still a few blooms attracting bees, but now, mostly, dried petals litter the ground. Little green ball bearing size fruits where the flowers once were. Gnome has been watching over that orange tree for years; i should know his name by now, but he ain't much for talking.

"Ooh, stop

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head will collapse, if there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?

Where is my mind?

Where is my mind?..."

(Black)

but why not have a lazy afternoon? The march from home to the farmers' market, especially with all the zigging and zagging through the colleges, is a respectable endeavor for a Sunday morning. And did you notice the great mix of bikes and riders out in the Village today! Good to see the local CC ride passing through - and have you seen the new kit design? Good stuff, especially the summer whites. I'd wear that!

Ride On!

git along little doggies

heading home

much maligned creatures that they are, the advice is sage

and since whenever there is a worthwhile protest taking place, you are sure to find bikes (of various kinds) and riders, an album from the Saturday No Kings protest in Claremont