Sometimes Life is Like a Bike Ride...a few Thursday Thoughts

....sometimes life is like a bike ride. Not this one though.(first pictured here) It's got one wheel tied on with an old shoe-lace. I wish it could tell me where its been but it will live out its remaining days quietly, like a good old horse, in my flower-garden. I 'washed' it with red paint to freshen it up...

Because I'm not babysitting this week and Victoria has friends staying over for the week it seemed like a free ticket to a morning of biking...

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Sometimes

We press ahead,

Thinking we are

Exactly where

We think we are

Until we look back

Astonished

At how far

We’ve come

Sometimes the wind bullies so hard

That downhill feels like up

We get so tired, but cannot afford

To pause where loafers sup

So we eke on and up until

The wind that beat our brow

Becomes a welcome push we feel

Somewhere behind us now

Sometimes we coast,

Sometimes we strain

Because life is both

Pleasure and pain

Stay the straight path,

And fight the good fight

But don’t miss the wonder

Of God-breathed delight

Lest  we grow weary

Too early because

We took no Sabbath

In nature’s hurrahs

Janet Martin

Here's wishing for you a sabbatical in nature's cathedral!