Weatherlady said to expect record high temperatures in Anchorage the next few days.
Consider me expectant.
Still anxious we’re going to use up our summer allotment of nice weather, so that by the time the bike tour begins I’m going to be apologizing to everyone with a variation on the fisherman’s lament: “You should have been here last month!“
Shrubberies and plant life can’t keep up this year. The grass is only variably healthy; orphaned patches of wheat blighted by dog pee dot the swaths of early green. Buds are cautiously emerging on branches, as if to say, “Already? Are you sure?”
It was opening day for the south side Farmer’s market. Happy Wife and Lucy went. Cod, halibut, white king salmon and fresh eggs were obtained. I had the latter lovingly prepared for my morning victual, accompanied by buttered toast and oven-crisped prosciutto. Try it instead of bacon sometime.
Off we go on our bikes then. See you around.