Daffodils. They really are. Ok, all flowers are. Especially those that bloom early in Spring, luring us big smelly bears out of our moldy winter caves.
Tuesday night's ride was warm and dry, with countless flowers viewed, smelled and oohed and aaahed over.
What's not important? There's a question that gives me pause. I'd like to say "the opinions of others" but I'd be pretending. How about...folks that make other folks feel bad are unimportant. The ones that matter are those that build others up.