This is the most beautiful spring I can remember. Perhaps surviving the bitter winter pushed the trees and flowers, once they finally emerged, to explode. There’s a stunning pink dogwood tree at the Necropolis, and a huge, dark purple lilac up the street that in 22 years in this neighbourhood I have never noticed before. Even these last days of October-like cold were almost tolerable, because they made the colour and scent of spring last longer.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in