a brief ride.

Willow and I, riding the bike down to the post office to post a parcel. (That's the big white thing at the bottom of the shot, and that's why this is so... bumpy. Riding bike one handed + heavy parcel on the front= uh oh.) (Who wants to get me a fancy pants camera for Christmas?)

Willow's a little powerhouse on her bicycle, and a little speed demon. She loves races (unless you are on a bike too. She hates loosing.) Her bicycle is her pride and joy, and seven months later, she still loves to show it off to everyone- strangers in the street, other kids, family, the post man. She lavishes love and attention on it, just like she sees M do with his car. She washes it and polishes it, and sometimes lies under it with a stick, pretending to fix it. She puts it away and parks it carefully, making sure it can't roll away. She loves to show it off, and will make sure you notice every detail- the streamers on her handle bars, the butterflies on her seat, the purple basket, the pink frame.