The sight of my bicycle’s turned seat always makes me giggle.
Upon one crisp October morning.
The image is from last year, when I decided to go for an early morning autumnal spin through my neighborhood’s apple orchard. Autumnal spins, I highly recommend them, made up of the stuff of magic brews, like a spellbinding bowl of forest mushroom and wild rice chowder, the kind that can warm the chilliest of bones.
With the exception of an elderly gentleman and his perky-eared Westie, both frozen in amusement at my delirious merriment, I thought I had the woods all to myself that morning, thrilled to fly my red scarf/cape through the bumpy acorn-paved trails, all too oblivious to the twisting of the seat. 😉
The stuff that merry is made of.