When I was younger, my parents were hard-pressed to drag me off of my trusty banana bike. Fully outfitted with neon wheel beads and a glittery basket, there were few places I didn’t peddle off to during the warm summer months. Now that I’m older (and in the market for a new bike – mine was a garage sale pick and a major clunker), I don’t get on my bike nearly as much as I should.
But during a rare glimpse of sunlight this past Sunday I decided it was high time for a ride and peddled off to one of my favorite Des Moines neighborhoods. Though the “hill” part of Sherman Hill isn’t as appealing, I love riding past all of the old houses and gardens spilling with blooming summer flowers.
