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The ocean's open hand.
It's always a nice feeling to exclaim "What the -" when heading out somewhere. Today it happened just before I wandered into a five-block street fair. I had some DVDs to return to the library and decided to fold a visit to Sakura Park into the trip, and on the way there, a street fair blocked my way. I had to park the bike and go on foot, which I'm not complaining about. It gave me the chance to taste a couple small-batch distilleries' bourbons.
One vendor said he drank his stuff neat. I asked if there was any other way to drink it, and he liked that. He commented on very harsh commercial bourbons and I said they're good in marinades, they burn off, and he really liked that. It got me moving, and I worked my way through the crowds, glancing around and enjoying the bright colors and sounds before stepping out to the much quieter streets. No traffic, no noise. It made the park even more pleasant once I got there.
There's some lilacs blooming, and the cherry trees are in enough variety for staggered blooms. Some are in full leaf and a good number are in heavy bloom. The gazebo's got several sparrow nests in the eaves. Biking back, I took the route by Riverside Park, and the entirety of that cherry collection is still in hard color. No reports on sparrow nests in those trees, though those might be ones who take traffic light apartments.
A sour note came when I went somewhere to buy coffee, ordering a cold brew without ice, and when someone called out they had a medium iced coffee, I kept waiting. The person behind the bar asked if it was mine; I said it wasn't, and it turned out they'd made that one in error thinking it was what I'd ordered. I'm more than a little puzzled about that.
One vendor said he drank his stuff neat. I asked if there was any other way to drink it, and he liked that. He commented on very harsh commercial bourbons and I said they're good in marinades, they burn off, and he really liked that. It got me moving, and I worked my way through the crowds, glancing around and enjoying the bright colors and sounds before stepping out to the much quieter streets. No traffic, no noise. It made the park even more pleasant once I got there.
There's some lilacs blooming, and the cherry trees are in enough variety for staggered blooms. Some are in full leaf and a good number are in heavy bloom. The gazebo's got several sparrow nests in the eaves. Biking back, I took the route by Riverside Park, and the entirety of that cherry collection is still in hard color. No reports on sparrow nests in those trees, though those might be ones who take traffic light apartments.
A sour note came when I went somewhere to buy coffee, ordering a cold brew without ice, and when someone called out they had a medium iced coffee, I kept waiting. The person behind the bar asked if it was mine; I said it wasn't, and it turned out they'd made that one in error thinking it was what I'd ordered. I'm more than a little puzzled about that.