Pedaling along Hill Road toward the tour's starting place, I heard a clanking noise. Then my rear tire went all squishy on me. Drat! Flat tire.
I hoped to have several photos of jazz-era homes to post this week, but instead I tried to squeeze a little lemonade from my flat tire lemon and took these shots instead.
This is the first blue sky day we had after about a week solid of steady spring rain.