I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – there are days when being a self-employed pauper are so worth it. Like today. It poured all day, the classic glowering skies and endless sleet of the desolate Bronte moors, only this is downtown Toronto. Not a day for tramping around.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much