For some reason the photos of the irises and the tulips, which were taken using my cell phone, look somewhat like watercolours. Spring has sprung. The tulips are all over my neighborhood but I've only seen one iris in bloom so far. The ones in the vase came, alas, 
from Trader Joe's (yes, I finally made it out to the far west end of my city to shop there, and quite honestly, it was worth the drive.) Ryan, our 8 year old cousin, was visiting for Passover, and made this
lovely addition to Smitty "bedroom." I don't know how much Smitty dog likes it, but we sure do.I'm showing you my old, and only bicycle, which has a flat tire, but will soon be put in working order. My neighbor wants to take me on an excursion. He'll be fixing up my bicycle in preparation. I've been to the gym 3 times in 2 days to ride a stationery bicycle
to get myself prepared, since I haven't ridden my bicycle since I broke my arm 3 years ago this coming June. Here's the thing, the bike had nothing to do with my breaking my arm. What accounts for my not riding my bicycle since then? Fear? Could that be it? I'm going to over-come it and see where my neighbor leads me. I'll keep you posted on this.
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I blame not riding the bike on ritual. It's amazing how we can get used to NOT doing something, and forget what FUN it used to be! You'll get back into the pattern.
I, on the other hand, AM a total clutz. I didn't break my arm, but I did take a fall on my bike the first time I took it out this year. My knee is still healing, but I WILL go out again soon!
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