My oldest clematis has started blooming (not yet fully) as the first day of summer has cycled around in my part of the world. Makes me think that I should cycle, literally, this season. At the back of my small shed -behind the lawn mower, garden tools, and assorted paraphernalia of questionable purpose and value- sits a blue bicycle with a brown wicker basket, in which nestles a purple helmet.

As a child, pre-helmet days, it was such a sense of exhilarating freedom to hop on a two-wheeled Super Cycle and zip effortlessly down a hill, or stand up and put all of my skinny-legged strength on the pedals, straining to conquer Mount Everest, or at least the steepest hill I encountered on that particular day.

Prince Edward Island, Canada

Yes! The bike will emerge this summer! Hold me to this. What will you do? Run through the sprinkler in your backyard? Head to the beach?  Fly a kite?

What will make you smile, dear readers?