Madison is beautiful in the springtime. My bicycle Martha has had her spring tune-up,

and this afternoon I went for a ride by the lake. The ice is receding, but still present.

I couldn't resist stopping during my ride to take some pictures.

Martha, who originally belonged to my mother, is named after one of her childhood friends. My mom and I were both fortunate enough to have some really great childhood friends. I don't know if she and her buddies enjoyed playing around outside as much as me and mine, but I do know that neither of us had this kind of view in the park:

I love Madison in the springtime, and though I've lived here for four years, I still haven't gotten over the amazement of living a block from a gorgeous stretch of open water.
~Phosphorelated
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