It is 8:20 a.m. when I pedal into a small village in western Ohio.
It is 80 degrees and sunny.
I have passed three joggers heading into the countryside and away from the buzz of activity in the village on a Saturday morning.
As I pedal through town, I see:
Three people washing cars.
One mowing the grass.
One picking up bottles from a Friday night porch party.
Another person sitting on the porch.
Two people on bicycles.
One tending to a garden.
A few attending to flowerbeds.
What brings the people out at this hour? Is it forecast of another 90+ degree day? Or, are so many of these folks just generations removed from the farm where it's common to rise when the rooster crows?