So Spring sprang in Toronto between the hours of 11AM and 4PM last Thursday, while we were en route to Dublin. Spring was an actual season, not a blink of an eye, when I moved here 20 years ago but after the endless, endless winter we just experienced, it’s pretty hard to complain about the summery weather in which this city’s inhabitants have now been thrust.
I don’t know that it’s thoughts of love to which my fancy turns in Spring, but with the downtown streets freshly cleaned and leaves bursting open, Toronto has fully awakened and begins its few, brief months of greatness. So, apropos of nothing whatsoever, let’s all enjoy the awakening, ‘kay?
(I acknowledge in advance the utterly contrived rationale behind this post. Mom, this is totally your cue to maybe not visit This. That. No Other. for a few days.)
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Wow. Spring has sprung indeed.
I get a little nuts this time of year.
My partner shakes his head as I regard the blooming, er, trees, and prepares himself for the coming onslaught!
Who…Papa!