Inside my garage, below, at the back door. There is something new.
My bike. 2 decades on the wall, I took it off this week.
I rode down the street to my friend Mary's, above.
A perfect spring day.
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Told a girlfriend about my biking. She said she was a biker when younger and biking gave a sense of freedom & innocence.
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Putting words to my exact feelings.
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Pics of bikes in gardens instigated my bike coming off the wall. Providence knew I needed its simple pleasure.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Doesn't every normal person have an antique china cabinet outside their backdoor? It gets worse, chandeliers, mantels, garden chairs, antique garden tools, and more. Hard to imagine I pass up a lot of good finds because of space. In the deepest recesses of my mind it's known I must start having Garden Garage sales.