Mostly meadows and woods, small "gentleman" farms, a horse rescue (boney horses eating happily and making friends with other boney horses eating happily), a strange dark pavilion with tables that never has any humans ( we call it The Picnic Grove of Despond), a few McMansions with more on the way, and the other night, a family enjoying a candlelight dinner set up in their driveway, with the teenage daughter standing in front to give a violin concert. I can't believe I'm so fortunate to live in such a lovely place - though how long it'll be safe from the bulldozers, I'm not sure. Meanwhile- on the bike, I drink it in. Oh! and the deer that stand on the quiet roads watching me curiously until I'm 20 feet away - then I must yell excuuse me!! so they let me pass. Oh! and the songs of the frogs, crickets, wild turkeys...bikes are so blessedly quiet...



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