Yesterday I decided to ride my bike to work. I live up by Cibola high school, and work is in a little home office off of Rio Grande. It was a perfect day for riding, even on my old rat-bike cruiser.
So, this will sound fruity as hell, but it was, like, the first day of spring for me. The leaves had really all just said 'screw it',' and pushed on out to do their thing. Along Alameda, just east of Coors, there's a field that has horses and sheep. That morning, there were a half-dozen lambs running around, getting all frisky with it. Their tails hadn't even been docked yet. It was really just cuter than shit.
A little bit further along, as I crossed the bridge, I stopped to look down at the goings on. The Canada goose that I'd photographed a week or so back (posted here somewhere) was off her nest. I could see the clutch of eggs hadn't hatched yet.I was wondering if there was a problem with them.
Down along the bike trail, it was as if Winter had never happened. The bosque was lush and green.
On the ride back home, I stopped along the bike trail again to watch a pair of geese and their three furry yellow goslings as they looked for food along the acequia.
A few minutes later, crossing over the bridge again, I saw my mother goose back on her nest. All is well.
This is certainly my favorite time of year in Burque -- this two weeks of Spring we get before the raging hell-furnace of Summer arrives.