Before I forget.
Summer continues. Some herbs and cherry tomatoes from the little garden outside. Andrew continues to work on our backyard and every day it changes a little. A quick trip to Kingston for the weekend with a walk in the forest, a day on Wolfe Island, diner breakfasts and bowling at night. Some baking.
So many festivals in Toronto. The National one night, Sarah Harmer in the afternoon the next day. Fairs at the park down the street and garage sales every Saturday morning. Four rose bushes for our four year wedding anniversary. A cat who tolerates walking outside on a leash and cries wide-mouthed when we’re outside and she’s not. Iced coffee, reading in the park. The best season.
The first summery weekend of the year feels like a triumph of sorts, like we have made it, we have survived the winter and the cold and the early nights and this is our reward, these long, glorious days, nevermind the occasional rain shower. There’s something about the extended days that makes everything a little lighter, a little easier. This weekend there was sangria, treasures purchased at various garage sales all over the neighbourhood, art on display in parks, an apricot cake and a rhubarb crumble, the first farmer’s market visit of the year, iced coffees, home renovations (let’s be honest: I didn’t participate in those as much as I cheered from the sidelines and baked), walks on the beach, family visits. After some scary news, I am even more aware of how precious this is, how important it is to squeeze as much goodness as you can out of these days, and how much I plan on doing that this summer.