Yellow bicycles, especially, have a way of instantly cheering me up. Especially this one, that Nicholas & I discovered (parked next to a matching yellow fire hydrant) in Charleston a couple of summers ago. One day, I will have myself a little yellow bicycle. With a basket. And possibly a friendly bird on the handlebar to sing to me while I ride to flea markets.
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Love this post. I really want a bicycle!
ReplyDeleteWicker baskets are the best :)
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for the link about Lula!