Right now, I am eating a memory of France – squares of Lindt’s crème brulée chocolate bar, not available in Canada – and looking out at my grey, still dormant garden. I’ve just had dinner – opened the freezer and found a tub marked “Jewish penicillin” that I’d made to give to a friend and just frozen instead. Had chicken soup and then bread and cheese and chocolate brought from France. I’ve got a foot in both worlds, but not for long.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in