The bike is parked at the top of Miller Hill–just before the road twists down the bluff to meet Hallock Hollow and the Illinois River valley.
Country redbuds are out in full glory; their city counterparts always get a jumpstart on the season.
Returning home, I notice the first wave of what promises to be a good crop of dandelions–important early forage for honeybees.
And yes, I’m one of those kind of gardeners: I’ll pull a dandelion if it cozies up to a favorite flower or vegetable, but other than that, let a thousand blossoms bloom.
After all, you can’t make wine from bluegrass.