It's summer! It's warm! Toronto has sprung to life and is celebrating its survival of another winter, and even more, another spring. One can hardly navigate the roads for all the street parties and festivals.We've been to big ones, small ones, ethnic ones, bicycle ones, and one that was actually just a family having friends over that we mistook for a public event. (They were sweet about it though, and they grilled their burgers to utter perfection. (I'm joking.)) We do feel a little out sync because we continue to use our oven rather than barbecuing all our food. We purchased a barbecue, because I think it's the law here, but it's still in its box. The smell of smoke pervades everything. It must be tough for the fire department. The raccoons are happy, as the pickings are good. We have a little posse of them living off the crumbs under our picnic table. One grew especially bold and climbed inside our rubbish bin, just the tip of its tail left hanging out, then popped back up and scampered off holding a bag of something in one paw, like a child going to school.
Hi Yael!
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