Continued quiet

Air temperature 42 F, dew point 41, calm, broken clouds. Think the lawn can wait a few more days. Maybe bike ride, if we gather some degrees.

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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Sunday color report

Still only a few trees changing, although the ashes have started their "green one day, yellow the next, start dropping leaves" routine. Roadside flowers pretty much limited to asters and goat's-beard, with some red clover.

Roadkill limited to gray squirrels and a patch of black fur that may once have been a skunk. No stink.

Temperature vaulted into the middle 50s F, little wind, so I got out on the bike. Did not die.

16.50 miles, 1:20:42