The Bike Ride

Sometimes instead of my 3.1 mile walk I will bike both ways on my tricycle with the big rear basket--in which I once hauled daughters Emily and then Elaiza around town-- 6.2 miles, stopping at my garden on the way.
 
I always have a mission—to inspire myself.
 
Here is today’s report.
 
Zero dark 645 cross the line of departure (left home).
 
Stopped at end of block to collect a full bucket of finely chewed dirt spit up by squirrels burrowing--great soil. I had previously identified this target.
 
Biked up Delaware Street to California Street.
 
Stopped at garage storage beside my garden and integrated kitchen scraps I had brought with me into the compost pile.
 
Loaded a big axe and pick into the basket along with a big bucket.
 
Mounted back up and rode up to Garfield Street where I had located a pine tree that years ago had been cut off at ground level and a dozen small sprouts of new pine trees had developed (fragmentation). I attacked with the axe and pick and rescued the pine tree sprouts.
 
Returned to the storage area by the garden, parked and served CA state required notices about bed bugs to the tenants. Maruska from Prague answered the door at Unit 1. We talked a bit about her dogs, Cody and Laska, who both obviously like me better than her. (Or perhaps equally). Her given name is “Marie.” We discovered both our mothers and both our grandmothers were named “Marie” (pronounced “Maria” in Central Europe). Marie is Elaiza’s middle name.
 
Planted three bean seeds and harvested nine small tomatoes. Watered and cultivated the onions.
 
Took my diaries for the years 1971-1979 out of storage to bring home—I’m thinking about something.
 
Back home I planted the rescued fragmented pine tree sprouts with the squirrel-chewed dirt in a vase on the deck.
 
Fried an egg for breakfast and started my day.