YOU MIGHT FIND SOME NICE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF THAT YOU HADN'T REALIZED YOU HAD

 IT WAS NICE TO HAVE A COUPLE OF YOUNG ROBINS HANGING AROUND IN THE FRONT YARD THIS AFTERNOON

I had a feeling that my walking road wheatfield would be gone this morning when I got there...and it was.  The entire wheatfield had been harvested, with not a trace of the friendly little waving wheatheads left anywhere.  In their place were large round straw bales strewn about over the gently rolling field.  I was glad that I had said my final goodbye to the wheatfield yesterday morning upon leaving after my walk.  I'm the kind of guy who easily gets attached to things.  Like the wheatfield, the flowers alongside the road, the distant forest, and even the gravel road itself.  I have my stops to say 'good morning' to the Daisies, the Chicory flowers, Queen Anne's lace, the Purple Vetch flowers, the Mullein and Milkweed plants.  I say good morning to the Alfalfa field, the Alfalfa Bales, the blue sky and the clouds.  It's always a joy to start off my day, surrounded by so much beauty, and so many things to say, 'Good Morning' to.  We are all one in this Universe.  Try it sometime, and you might find some nice things about yourself that you hadn't realized you had.

 MY OLD FRIEND THE WHEATFIELD IS NOW GONE AS SUMMER MARCHES STEADILY ON

HALF OF ANOTHER NEW UNIT ARRIVED IN OUR PARK THIS MORNING

 IT'S ALWAYS NICE TO HEAR THE SPLASHING OF WATER AT THE PARK'S POND

With temps nearly 85F with a heavy humidity presence, it was not a day for me to be outside working away at anything, and when outside, I kinda had to move in slow motion so as to not work up a sticky sweat.  Spent some relaxing and enjoyable time sitting on the front porch with my camera in hand, snapping a few front-yard pics from my chair.

 I ALWAYS NOTICE THE PATTERNS OF OUR FRONT YARD SUNBURST LOCUST TREE

 AND HERE'S THE TWO FROG BUDDIES STILL HANGING OUT TOGETHER AT THE SIDE OF THE FROG POND

 ENJOYED WATCHING THE ROBINS FLEXING THEIR YOUNG WINGS 

THIS LITTLE FELLOW IS OKAY, IT'S JUST FLEXING ITS WINGS

 PRIMPING AND PREENING

 NICE TO SEE A FLEETING SPLASH OF COLOR ON THE BIRD STATION

OF COURSE WE ALWAYS HAVE LOTS OF CHIPMUNK ENTERTAINMENT HERE

 NO, THIS IS NOT MY FOOT

Al's Music Box:: The Warmth Of The Sun by The Beach Boys.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A couple had two little mischievous boys, ages 8 and 10. They were always getting into trouble, and their parents knew that if any mischief occurred in their town, their sons would get the blame. The boys' mother heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The clergyman agreed and asked to see them individually. So, the mother sent her 8-year-old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the clergyman in the afternoon. The clergyman, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, “Where is God?” The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there with his mouth hanging open. The clergyman repeated the question. “Where is God?” Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. So, the clergyman raised his voice some more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, “Where is God!?” The boy screamed and bolted from the room. He ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, “What happened?” The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied: “We are in real BIG trouble this time! God is missing, and they think we did it!”

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- "When I saw you driving down the road, I guessed 85 at least." "You're wrong, officer, it's only my hat that makes me look that old."

- My boss told me to have a good day, so i went home.

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A zookeeper is ordering new animals. As he fills out the forms, he types “two mongeese”. That doesn’t look quite right, so he tries two mongoose, and then two mongooses. Giving up, he types, “One mongoose, and while you’re at it, send another one.”

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The old man had died. A wonderful funeral was in progress, and the town’s preacher talked at length of the good traits of the deceased, what an honest man he was, and what a loving husband and kind father he was. Finally, the widow leaned over and whispered to one of her children, “Go up there and take a look in the coffin and see if that’s really your pa he's talkin' about.”

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I RIDE MY E-BIKE LIKE I ONCE DID MY MOTORCYCLE

Wednesday:: Kind of a nothing burger day until late afternoon, when we headed off under wind-swept sunny skies for a ride on our E-Bikes.  East out of the Park on Bayfield River Road, we biked a couple miles to Tipperary Line and turned north.  With strong wind gusts trying their best to blow us backwards, we finally turned around after another mile and headed home.  Undaunted, after supper, and with lighter winds, we again saddled up the bikes, dressed warmer, and headed on into Bayfield.  After a short cruise around town, and with a smaller line-up at Rosie's Ice Cream Shoppe,  we snagged a bench seat across the road in front of Bayfield's Little Inn.  Finishing our cones and with the sun already down and the coolness of night quickly descending, we mounted up and headed for home with our bright bike headlights leading the way.

ICE CREAM ON A BENCH IN FRONT OF BAYFIELD'S LITTLE INN

 CATCHING A SUNSET AT THE END OF HOWARD STREET

 WE SPOTTED THE FULL MOON ON OUR RIDE HOME

Thursday:: The second day in a row for a cloudless sky.  On the west side of my walking road is a wheat field, and I have watched this field grow ever since early Spring.  From little green shoots to fully grown wheat stalks.  I have enjoyed watching the field mature, and I feel kinda sad that any day now, it will be all gone.  Turning onto my walking road this morning, I saw a large green combine sitting at the corner of the wheat field and knew my gently waving wheat field would soon be no more. 

 A COMBINE AT THE EDGE OF MY FAVORITE WHEAT FIELD

 I FULLY EXPECT TO SEE THIS WHEATFIELD GONE IN THE MORNING

Home after my walk, I put the bike carrier on the back of the Subaru, and with Woodsy's help we soon had both E-bikes safely on the carrier and secured.  We headed for a spot north of Goderich where we have biked before and parked at a trailhead spot just a few hundred yards west of Tiger Dunlop''s Tomb.  The trail here is the old railway line that once ran between Goderich and Guelph, Ontario.

 FROM THE TRAILHEAD WE WILL BE FOLLOWING THE OLD RAIL LINE THROUGH THE WOODS AT THE RIGHT TO THE MENESETUNG BRIDGE ON THE HORIZON

We headed west on the rail line towards the northwest corner of Goderich.  The trail leads to the Menesetung Bridge, which crosses the wide Maitland River.  The bridge is about a mile east of where the Maitland River empties into Lake Huron.  We pedalled along the flat rail bed through the forest and crossed the bridge, turned right and headed west along the north side of the harbor.

 LOOKING DOWNRIVER TOWARDS THE SALT MINE

 VISIBLE ARE TWO SHIPS' SUPERSTRUCTURES WITH THE SHIP AT THE LEFT AT THE GRAIN TERMINAL AND THE SHIP ON THE RIGHT AT THE SALT MINE.

LOOKING EAST ALONG THE WIDE MAITLAND RIVER

 LOOKING DOWNRIVER TOWARDS LAKE HURON

 BIKING ALONG THE NORTH SIDE OF THE GODERICH HARBOR

With 18-wheeler trucks heading into and out of the salt mine, swirling up dust, we soon turned around, recrossed the Menesetung bridge, and headed east past where we left the car.  We biked for another couple of miles before finally turning around and heading back to the car.  From there it was into Goderich for a few groceries, and then home.  I was thinking today as we were biking how differently Woodsy and I ride our bikes.  Lorraine (Woodsy) is a serious exercise person and avid bicycle rider, and while riding her E-bike, she seldom uses the 'electric power' option.  She likes to feel the burn in her legs.  In other words, she rides her bicycle like a standard bicycle.  I, on the other hand, don't much care for that burning leg exercise stuff and pretty much always have pinch or more of bike power going on when I'm pedaling.  I like the wind in my hair and the speed.  In other words, I ride my bike like I once did my motorcycle.  

 WOODSY SPOTTED THIS GLOBE THISTLE ALONGSIDE THE TRAIL

 THIS IS WHERE THE RAIL LINE ONCE CROSSED OVER HIGHWAY 21 

HIGHWAY 21 BELOW HEADS SOUTH TO GODERICH ON THE HORIZON

Al's Music Box:: I Fall To Pieces by Patsy Cline.

GROANER'S CORNER:(( A guy is at the driving range having a heck of a day. Every time he tries to hit the ball he tops it, and it only goes about 20 feet. Finally disgusted, he turns to the pro on the range and mutters,” If I don't connect with this one, I'm gonna jump in that pond over there and drown myself!” The Pro looks at him and says” I don't think you can do it.” “Why not?” he asks. The Pro says “I don't think you can keep your head down that long!”

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Knock Knock, 

Who's there? 

Wannetta! 

Wannetta who? 

Wannetta time please!

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- What do you call a bee that lives in America?  A USB.

- What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back? A stick.

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A woman was found guilty in traffic court, and when asked for her occupation she said she was a schoolteacher. The judge rose from the bench. "Madam, I have waited years for a schoolteacher to appear before this court." He smiled with delight. "Now sit down at that table and write 'I will not run a red light' five hundred times."

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