For years I had a great commute to work. A drive through Cleveland Metroparks awaited me each morning when I was at home. It offset the many, many weeks of travel. It also gave me a wonderful opportunity to stop for a few minutes on the commute and enjoy the world. Now my commute is twice as long through ugly traffic. Maybe the worst piece of the commute is no visits to Cleveland Metroparks. This evening was one late hope of seeing wild hyacinths along the Chagrin River this spring. I was lucky and happy for the chance.