The last couple of days of decent weather have coaxed some buds out of the trees.  Riding my bike to work this morning, I was quite taken with their pea soup-hued loveliness.  Days like today, the early warm days (we are to reach 80!) remind me of the upsides to living amongst weather.  In California, a sunny day is a punishment of sorts.  The sun is a omnipresent force, beating endlessly down until days and weeks and years blur together.  In this land of seasons, a sunny day in April is as much a reason to rejoice as those first few flurries in November.

This Sunday I will drive the car share car out to my mother’s house to fetch my bike rack.  I bought this bike rack to transport bikes across the country when moving, and didn’t think I’d have much use for it afterwards, given that I was planning to embark on a life of solid pedestrianism.  As with all items whose future use appears dubious, said bicycle rack got chucked into mom’s basement.  In two weeks dear boyfriend and I are driving down to Georgia for a weekend of eating delicious foods and bicycling in the countryside.  To say I am looking forward to this is a tremendous understatement.  So many farm fields, so much deep south and Indiana and Kentucky to look out at…