No, this post is not about my enduring love for the movie “Bedknobs and Broomsticks,” though I could wax poetic about its many charms. This post is an ode to my slightly creaky but ever lovely bicycle. Her name is Eglantine.
Isn’t she lovely? We went for a ride to Rockliffe Park to smell the flowers and enjoy the Waterbabies fountain and faux-crumbling pillars.
It puts me in mind of the movie version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, where they all ride around the forest on bicycles. Only I didn’t see any faeries. Boo.
In other, more fangirly news, the author Charles De Lint is having a garage sale on Saturday, and we are going. To browse books culled from his personal collection. Oh yeah. Ottawa rocks.