OK, so some back story. I used to ride my bike a lot to get
around when I lived in the city. Once I got married and found myself trapped in
car-commuting it lapsed. Well recently I decided, HELK NO! (HELK is my new word,
stronger than HECK, but not quite swearing). I decided that though I couldn’t
control how I got to town from home (it has to be by car and Lin doesn’t want
to move closer), I could choose how I got from Lin’s work to my work.
So I
started biking again. I brought my sweet little bike down. It is only about 2 miles
to get to work, but I love it. I forgot how awesome it is to be on a bike and
getting someplace without a carbon footprint. I also forgot how stupid my hair
looks after wearing a helmet. [ I will
confess, since I am riding on side roads with little traffic, sometimes I don’t
wear one. Why can’t we be like Amsterdam and everyone ride around without
helmets? ] I picked just the right time
of year to start biking (a few weeks ago) because I was treated to the musky smell
of the Tree of Heaven - Ailantus altissima,
in bloom. In my old city apartment there was one outside my window and I
got to love that musky (almost body-odor) scent of the Tree of Heaven. I know
it is a “trash tree” and as an arborist would never in good conscious recommend
planting one, but I am glad they come up on their own. I like the smell. It is
gone now for another year. Now the Lindens are in full bloom, and they smell
sweet and wonderful, but in truth, I prefer and miss the musky scent of the Ailianthus.
*The Wikipedia article refers to the scent as stink and so
on. Oh well.
1 comment:
the world would not be right without you on a bike. i think you might live in amsterdam for a time.
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