When the days draw in and the temperature drops, I “die.” I am not a winter person, but, by some accident of birth, I was born in a country with long cold winters, Canada. OK, it could have been worse, it could have been, Russia. Over the years, I have had to devise ways of
That’s Brucing, not sprucing. Let me explain. It begins with Thanksgiving dinner on Friday night. We started doing this a few years ago, when a friend couldn’t make “the feast” on Saturday or Sunday. I loved it, because we were then “free” to go away for a day or two over the long weekend. This
I love Mt Pleasant Ave. It’s vintage Toronto. It still has two movie theatres, lots of interesting one of a kind shops, tons of restaurants and until last Wednesday, Penrose Fish and Chips. Unfortunately, Penrose is now closed forever. Any business, that has been in business for 64 years, deserves a lot of credit, especially
Yesterday I needed a little magic to lift my spirits. My husband pointed out that the temperature would not get above 11ºC, no matter how hard it tried! Ugh!! This is the slow descent into Winter. Help, I needed a reprieve. I needed to be reminded that there is more to life than the daily
This is my second post on the ninth celebration of Nuit Blanche in Toronto, Oct 4/5, 2014. For me this all night Art show has always been about the people and the magic that it brings to the ordinary, everyday landscape of the city. For example, this Henry Moore sculpture took on a totally different
Last Night from 7:00pm to 7:00am Toronto hosted its ninth annual Nuit Blanche – an all night Art “party,” in various pods around the city, that is totally free!! I have gone out for everyone of them and they are amazing. Each year is different. Often the locales change; the installations always change; however, the
This poem has been rolling around in my head for a week or so now. I usually remember it in autumn because its colours are more Fall than Spring. I know, often the very first sign of Spring is a haze of yellow, as the leaf buds swell, however, this is never as spectacular as
Last Saturday the forecast was for 25ºC and sun. We decided to forego our usual routine of grocery shopping and house cleaning to savour the few remaining days of really good weather. In the morning, with lunch packed, we headed out to the Hockley Valley to hike that area of the Bruce Trail plus two
A while ago, I traded the ironing of my son’s shirts for some of his tech savvy. I decided, the other day, to cash in a few of the points I had accumulated and have him set us up on Netflix. “Take that, Rogers on Demand.” Even though my husband and I are polar opposites
I try to avoid rush hour in the city. I am not a patient person in a queue and I am always looking for an escape. Unfortunately, last night, I had to take my son downtown about 6:00pm to deliver a piece of artwork to a client. That meant gridlock down and back, sigh! I
