I know, I know. This is very hard to believe. There are many days when I think WHY AM I DOING THIS STUPID BLOG-THING? I don't have anything interesting to say. Nobody gives a shit that I bought new fabric or that I can't decide what to wear for my wedding or that we painted our house. Is this what my life has become? Yes. And that's ok. Because it means I'm happy. But happy is BORING. There are no country songs about being happy. But, well, jesus didn't miraculously appear on my toast, my dog hasn't run away, and nobody broke my heart this week. I'm sorry.
I have been riding my bike every day; that is one of my favorite things about summer. I bring my bike to work and go out at lunch and ride on the Trail of the Couer d' Alenes. It's part of the Rails to Trails program, an old railroad line that has been paved and is now a gorgeous 72 mile trail through N. Idaho. The trail head is right outside my office; I've been riding down to the lake and back; 6 miles down and 6 miles UUUUUUUP. I can't even tell you how much I love it: the climate and smells and sounds remind me exactly of Garden Valley (where we grew up, for those of you who aren't related to me.) There are dry grassy areas full of grasshoppers and crickets clacking, and then you pass through a lush canyon with a creek trickling through it surrounded by huge Ponderosa Pines. The sound of birds is almost deafening: robins, swainson's thrush, varied thrush, flickers, kinglets, chickadees, nuthatches. With the warm summer air it's absolute HEAVEN. Today I'm going pass on the muscle-burning ride back up hill; I'm going to drive down to the state park and ride along the lake. I'll take some photos.
In the meantime, here. Look at my bunny. Oh, and my daughter is cute too.