Full force of fall

Just to dwell on the changing of the seasons a little more:

Last night was the last downtown farmer's market for the season. And to celebrate the wonderful weather we've been having, I hitched Margaret's tag-a-long to my Electra and we rode downtown.

We got a couple of slices from our favorite locally grown pizza place, Pablos and watched the people snapping up apples and other fruits of the early fall harvest.
As we sat and munced our pizza, Margaret says, "This is such a nice town we live in. All the smiling people."

I died a little from happiness at her keen observation and reveled in the joy she got from the city in which she was born.

To celebrate, we headed into Brown's cycles (we have many great bike shops in town, but Brown's is where we buy all our bikes and gear).

Margaret is now the proud owner of an Electra bell for her two-wheeler (she picked the Electra bell because it was pink with white Hawaiian flowers and she thought it was a Barbie bell — oh the allure of Barbie).

And I finally got a basket for the front of my bike. Woot! It clips on and off so I can carry it like Dorothy ... but I doubt I'll ever carry my dog it in — yeah, it would be a bad day when I had to try to carry our live-wire of a dog in a basket on the front of my bike.

As we rode home, I could hear Mar back there recounting the joys of fall and winter:
"Oooh, it's fall and then it will be winter. Winter is so much fun. I can eat snow and all the bugs will go away — ew, I hate bugs. But I love the fall."

Truer words were never spoken.