Not a police siren but the Greek mythology Siren's. As I load the boys up for breakfast, one of the routines is turning on the espresso machine at which point Evan will occasionally comment "Daddy have spresso?". The espresso machine for me is like a Siren's call, beckoning me to those enchanted shores, except in this case the shores look like this. And I suppose the Siren's would look like this.
The great thing about espresso, depending on how you blend things up, is its ability (if you are paying attention) to transport you to the enchanted shores of Ethiopia or Brazil or Sumatra, or whatever the espresso demonstrates in the cup as being typical for that blend and its associated shore. I find it fascinating (obviously), this morning I went to an exotic location and once I finish writing this post (while Keegan settles down for his nap) I will head off to another exotic locale. Quite a concept and I wish more people could experience it.
Confused about the whole "Siren's" thing. Well here is an excerpt on the mythology:
But Odysseus heard their lovely song. For he, following Circe's instructions, stopped the ears of his comrades with beeswax, and ordered that he should himself be bound to the mast, so that he could hear the voices of the SIRENS, who then sang:
"Draw near ... illustrious Odysseus, flower of the Achaean chivalry, and bring your ship to rest that you may hear our voices. No seaman ever sailed his black ship past this place without listening to the sweet voice that flow from our lips, and none that listened has not been delighted and gone on a wiser man. For we know all that the Achaeans and Trojans sufferer on the broad plain of Troy by the will of the gods, and we have foreknowledge of all that is going to happen on this fruitful earth." [The SIRENS to Odysseus. Homer, Odyssey 12.184]
When he heard their persuasive song, he strongly desired to linger and begged to be released, but his comrades bound him tighter, until they had sailed past them.
On a different note, the ride last night was fantastic. We hooked up with another group and in total there were probably 15 riders doing the same route. Fortunately, my buddy Shawn likes to hammer on the downhills so our pace was wicked - and oooohhhh so much fun. I think we might have scared some of the other riders. ;-)
As promised here is today's tree for the day, it sits in the backyard next to a little birdhouse.