I love late-day sunlight. I find a new flavor every day. So nice of people to share. A tightly wrapped torn muscle will make this evening's walk much more enjoyable. It's official – I'll never get a strawberry from Donna's garden. Buddy clearly takes priority. Colorful flowers on a gloomy Saturday morning. Well hello old friend. Gearing up for a 30-mile mellow road ride. A torn muscle = no mountain biking.
