This pretty photo reminds me of my “floral” bicycle. I have a three-wheeler with a basket in the back, now toting impatiens which are blooming supremely well. I bought the bike at an auction with my father, at our last outing before he passed away. We had a great time chatting with others and viewing the “goods.” I wanted an old bike – there were about 50 there – and I really wanted the tricycle.
The bidding started at $1. I participated and got the bike of my choice for $2. I was elated, of course, thinking of the stunning addition it would make to my yardscape.
My dad just laughed. He told me I could have gotten it for $1 but I bid it up! Even as ill as he was, he was still having fun with me. My bike reminds me of that cheerful time with Dad.
Anyt time spent with your dad was a cheerful time. He was a great guy.
I would love to see a picture of your tricycle. That’s a beautiful story about your dad. I hope it brings you peace and joy!