Late afternoon, a glass of wine in the late summer tranquillity of my garden – but there are dark rumblings underfoot. My mother had heart palpitations yesterday and went to hospital in an ambulance; she’s fine now and it has happened before, but it’s always scary. The husband of one of my dearest friends is having a cancerous lung removed right at this moment. Yesterday there was a chill of fall in the air, and in the world – Pakistan, Georgia, many deaths in Afghanistan, unrest and war. And in one corner of the world, athletes compete for round bits of shiny metal. Sometimes I think I am not simply enjoying my garden, I’m hiding in here.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in