Dear God:Today, I am thankful for bicycle dreams.
After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow. ~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
I'll never be a great cyclist. On most days, I'm barely a competent one. But, at least, in my mind's eye, I can imagine what it feels like to fly up the steepest roads and swoop down the mountainside with a daredevil's courage.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
Photos:
(top) T poses near my 11 pots of "Love Lies Bleeding" (Amaranth)
(bottom) Yellow Pear tomato
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