My oldest clematis has started blooming (not yet fully) as the first day of summer has cycled around in my part of the world. Makes me think that I should cycle, literally, this season. At the back of my small shed -behind the lawn mower, garden tools, and assorted paraphernalia of questionable purpose and value- sits a blue bicycle with a brown wicker basket, in which nestles a purple helmet.
As a child, pre-helmet days, it was such a sense of exhilarating freedom to hop on a two-wheeled Super Cycle and zip effortlessly down a hill, or stand up and put all of my skinny-legged strength on the pedals, straining to conquer Mount Everest, or at least the steepest hill I encountered on that particular day.
|Prince Edward Island, Canada|
Yes! The bike will emerge this summer! Hold me to this. What will you do? Run through the sprinkler in your backyard? Head to the beach? Fly a kite?
What will make you smile, dear readers?