I’ve been making many trips these past few weeks. I mean in the truck, the bus and by foot. Old Blue is indoors. I miss Old Blue. But, she needs rest. It’s hard to admit but she is getting a bit worn down. The frame is bent a bit, which is no surprise. She’s just an old girl, whose best times will be on slow, meandering rides through Portland on a warm sping night. We’ll load her up for shopping trips but I expect the new bike in the family will be on the road most of the time. She’ll call, though, and we’ll head out, taking our time for a trip to load her basket with bread, cheese and wine.

Warm sping nights. Oh, for a warm spring night in this soaked place on the Columbia and Willamette. I know the light is changing. I looked eagerly in the garden on our one sunny day this week. Judy giggled with glee at the sight of the healthy green shoots, poking through her rich compost, feeding the bulbs we planted. It’s all a bit melancholy, looking at the path, the apple tree sprouting buds, the beds where the flowers grow. Knowing it will all be just a memory soon, something you recall fondly, like a bike ride on a warm spring night.

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