Roadside :Memorials

When I drive back from my half-way lunch dates with my brother, I take the long route home through the city and then the scattering of small towns and villages on the two lane highway. I don’t like the busy 4-6 lane 401 highway, especially at rush hour. 

On my route I pass a bicycle painted white, with a silk flower bouquet that marks the spot of a fatal road accident. 

Last week I was on a country drive with my daughter to a village, off the beaten track, away from any highway. There I saw a bicycle with a pretty basket of flowers at the end of a driveway. Then I saw another, and another and even more, throughout the village.

I started watching for them and now wished I had stopped to take a picture. This must have been a project by the locals, and it made the drive through the village more enjoyable.

And it lessened the sadness I associated with bicycles on the road, turning it into a much more pleasant memory