Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Friday, December 30, 2011
small stones -- December 30
Bikes in the window bragged of their journeys ~ past ~ future ~ and beamed back the sunlight's praise.
It's the bike shop -- all spanking new -- beside the Wild Bean. Some of the bikes are new and some reconditioned and some seem to brag more than others. They look like eager puppies waiting for adoption.
2 comments:
Like this one too. So much meaning in few words.
I'd never thought of bikes as having journeys but of course they do. Clever.
Barb
It's the bike shop -- all spanking new -- beside the Wild Bean. Some of the bikes are new and some reconditioned and some seem to brag more than others. They look like eager puppies waiting for adoption.
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