After spending several days in the backyard sun, soaking up rays, picking out weeds and watching my nose grow ever redder, we're back to the rain. At least its killing the BBQ dreams of people who are off weekends, and leaving us alone for the moment. The downside is, the inflatable pool we bought on impulse yesterday will get filled by nasty rainwater. Because we forgot it might need a cover. Oops.
Based upon advice from the eager beaver at the nursery, we planted what are supposed to be early spring weather tolerant seeds to get started. It was a direct result of that special kind of impatience that only exists in spring. Concerns for the lettuce and spinach seeds that have yet to sprout exist, yet we've been bolstered by the unexpected overnight growth of a row of peas and beans! The radishes started to come up right away, and seem happy in their sunny little patch. Updates to follow.
Yet, there isn't much that can squash the good vibes the last week of sun has brought us. Maybe its lame, but seeing the ferns uncurl along the walkway, spying the first buds on the grapevines and enviously eying every house on the street that has a huge flowering tree does good things for the soul. Tofu kebabs with friends, sharing newspapers and coffee in the garden and walking the dog around the city is what summer is all about. (Only this year it also involves wedding obsession and learning about how to host websites, and what permits are required to open a business...)
Lastly for today...
Riding a bike as an adult is not nearly as easy as you think it is. For most of you in Toronto, you have ridden suicidally around these streets, weaving effortlessly in and out of traffic, talking on your cellphones, eating lunch, juggling fire, etc. I recently inherited a bike, and was convinced into a ride. Most of which I refused to leave the sidewalk for, and even then was terrified of mowing down an innocent pedestrian.
Being brave is hard work.
