The score is 42-0, and I'm winning. It's the battle of the boxes, the 200+ that made an unwelcome appearance two weeks ago. Mr. O-P is still in shock, immobilized by the sheer volume. I just peck away at a five-box-a-day rate in the hopes that by the time the snow flies, at least the garage will be empty.
It's not all bad though. Surprises abound! This cute little wicker bicycle was discovered in a box marked “Office,” alongside some academic journals and a vomit pot (don't ask). I have a thing for bicycles. I photograph them wherever we go:
|This one hung in front of a shop in Fish Creek, Wisconsin.|
|This quaint bicycle
leaned against a fence in Zoar, Ohio.|
A glass shop in Chipping Campden in the Cotswolds used this bicycle as advertising.
These colorful walls held up a bicycle in the Jericho neighborhood of Oxford.
|The rider, navigating traffic in Quebec, is more interesting than the bicycle here.|
I particularly like bicycles with baskets. They seem so “Jessica Fletcher” to me. This bicycle with its small basket challenged me. A few silk leaves in fall hues and a couple of miniature ceramic pumpkins, and I had a nice addition to my autumnal display. But there are holidays ahead! How should I next decorate the bicycle? Please help me out here by leaving your advice in the comments section.
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