Cycling in the South Bay

I awoke industriously and made a pan of stovetop biscuits. They are easy to make. Flour, milk, baking powder, salt, and a stick of cold butter is all you need, plus an iron skillet. I cooked them in the pan and ate them with marmalade. Kristie gets mad when I make such things.

I used to bake every day, but I still cook every day from scratch. I don’t write every day, and I was reminded that this is an error by the TV.

My TV is the ongoing daily show at the seed feeder, the hummingbird feeder, and the bird bath. You can watch the show all day and never get bored. But this evening I remembered that the basic unit of life is the day.

Birds, trees, insects, people, we all live day to day. When the day is done, we are done. We stick a fork in it, sometimes, like this amazing piece of street art that I noticed, literally sticking a fork in it.

You can skip a day here and there, eating for example, but essentially we live day to day. It’s good that the TV reminded me because I have fallen out of the habit of writing daily. And since I had given up on taking a walk because it was too late in the day, I took a walk.

On that walk I took a new trail and found a new tree, an oak with a spectacular trunk. I share it with you here.

We live day to day, and if we’re lucky, we do it again.

As Bob Rogers used to say, “Enjoy your world. It’s a great place to be!”

And I’d add, “As far as we know, it’s the only place.”

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