Roll dem bones, prophet

Air temperature 59 F, wind southeast about 7 mph, cloudy. Not actually supposed to rain until this afternoon. Bike ride?

Saturday floral report

Cottonwoods spreading their fluff, more mullein, swamp-candles in the bog, maybe butter-and-eggs, rabbit's-foot clover, masses of the white sweet clover. Purple loosestrife, dammit.

Roadkill limited to a flattened object that may have been a muskrat -- thought I saw a trace of the signature tail. Not-roadkill, mockingbird singing from one end of a parking lot and another mockingbird singing from the other end. Thus far and no further!

Windy, got out on the bike upriver and over to the road through the bog and back. Did not die.

15.33 miles, 1:26:04