What a joyful day it was, yesterday. Fifteen degrees! Toronto citizens burst onto the streets like long-buried mole-people rediscovering light. I took my bicycle into the local bike store, Cycle Solutions, and joined the line-up of hopeful cyclists with their rusty steeds. Young Sean the bike mechanic took very good care of me. After my third bike was stolen, I bought this one cheaply on Craigslist, and according to Sean, I made a wise choice. He stroked various fittings and metal bits, pointing out what good quality they were, chatting in fluent bike-ese which unfortunately I am not able to speak. He filled my tires and oiled various bits, and sent me out into the sun for the first bike ride of the year. A grand moment.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much