I just can not say enough about how uplifting a field full of flowers is to me...I could ride in such scenery all day and never feel tired.
But every blissful, flowery day must end for the there is always a need to return home. It's always a dreadful trip since it seems that the route home is always a hot one via one of several blast-furnace pipeline options...the roads home become stupidly hot, parching experiences starting this time of year.
The good news today is that I found Jiminy Cricket alive and well...time for some song and dance, just in time for the next little adventure...
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