Around 10:30 pm it will officially be fall. I did a little gardening Saturday morning, harvesting beans and okra and peppers, a few tomatoes and the prodigious kale. Nonetheless, the garden is looking a bit end of season—and of course, the equinox tells me it is. I reserved today for a few things I did not get done Saturday, fitted a few extra things in, and then mid-afternoon, escaped on a bike ride.
It was lovely. The river sparkled, the sun shone and there were not too many people out for some reason. I was reminded of a bike ride I took almost a year ago, during the government shutdown. Thankfully, this year it’s too close to an election for our elected representatives to make fools of themselves. Last year, I went out riding and found cyclers’ heaven, defined as beautiful weather and no cars.
I remember being astonished at the freedom of cycling to Haines point without the usual hyper-alertness demanded by mixed traffic. And I had never seen the parking lot at Roosevelt Island look like this:
Today’s cycle had a little more traffic and a few tourists, one of whom was a French lady looking for John F. Kennedy’s grave. I pointed her in the direction of Arlington Cemetery’s Visitor Center and told her to make sure she saw the Custis-Lee Mansion (where there is now a vegetable garden, by the way). “D’Accord, merci,” she said, and was on her way.