Yup it was like yesterday, actually many yesterday's all the way back to the Sunday of Labor Day Weekend. At least I think that was the date. .? It does tend to be a blur. My husband was all set to do a hundred mile bike ride with a friend. I on the other hand, yes I'm a cyclist too, but not of the caliber of he & his friends. They're in a cycling club together, & by the end of a season the miles they usually log on are way beyond a thousand. So when I refer to our cycling together, he & I, I refer to him as a cyclist, & myself as a bicycle rider, though I've been pedaling along on two wheels since the age of five. In all acuality that makes me a cyclist too, there it's all been explained.
The Sunday morning of summers' last holiday weekend was an iffy one weather-wise. My upcoming adventure had been brewing for some years now. As you all know one of my great passions is pretty much known just by the title of this blog. Our funky woodland Peace Garden simple that's true, but in many ways for me most serine. Last summer of course included our being able to add the main symbol of what this garden stands for with the main theme being, swords into plowshares. When my husband shared that a client's spouce on his Meals On Wheels route was selling an old iron-mix of a manual plow it was like Santa Claus & the Tooth Fairy were blasting a homerun out of the park signed, sealed & delivered!