The Stuff That Merry is Made Of

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.

Out of those places you will hear songs of thanksgiving and the sounds of laughter and merriment.

Jeremiah 30:19 (NET)

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. 😉

Oblivious.
The stuff that merry is made of.

See you, littles.

Published by Marcia Pilar

And a Little Flower, earth & home