|15 mile coffeeneuring ride to Jobot in Phoenix: worth it|
|The active, imperative voice, with an impatient schedule, anti-wild, with lovely floral accents, commercial|
On the other hand, what a glorious sign of months of mild weather ahead, months of 70°F afternoon meanders seeking out new art, new (to me) coffee shops, new sights along old routes, and so on. Wildflowers! Now! How can you have trouble with that? OK, I can't. I worked it out over a coffee at Jobot.
|Flower pondering fluid|
The cream at Jobot, alas, did not remind me of French cows happily munching wildflowers in sun-drenched meadows. However, it did remind me of coffee I had in Austria. My palette is not that refined that I'm claiming that their coffee or roast has anything to do with Austria, but I trust my memory, and here's what happened.
|Some coffee I had in Austria recently|
|Elmac Kofie mural across from Jobot, w/coffeeneuring ride|
|Oh hey FLOWERS|
|How we decorate mechanics shops in this neighborhood|
It's not petty human hubris or naked commercial interest behind the PLANT WILDFLOWERS NOW sign. It's the flowers. They did it. The wildflowers haunted my daydreams with their insistent riddle: can you capture us? Do you remember? If a sip of water puts you in mind of Austrian coffee, what about an overwhelming cloud of flower-perfume on a hot afternoon (see current blog header above). How does that strike you, pondering cyclist/coffeeneur? Catch us, plant us now, if you can.
|Crossed two freeway bridges to get to Jobot: 1|
|Jobot ambience shot. Locked bike to fence out front.|