And carpets of blue flowers
The first stop on my way downtown today is the Loring-Wyle Parkette at Mount Pleasant and St. Clair, which used to be a streetcar loop. Check out the cute little blue scilla flowers growing around Wyle's Young Girl —
There's more of them in the corner of the parkette, seen here in the background behind Wyle's Harvester —
Of course, my route downtown is via ravines, and a few hundred yards south of St. Clair, I take the stairs down into the Vale of Avoca, along the former route of Rosehill Avenue, which used to connect Summerhill and Moore Park.
A couple of years ago, almost to the day, I came along here and noticed the first flowers of spring, but that year there were only a few. This year, the year winter didn't come, two days past the vernal equinox, temperature in the twenties, the hillside is carpeted.
Later, walking down Yonge Street just south of the Rosedale Subway Station, I happen to catch the eye of this lovely young girl enjoying the wonderful warm spring weather in the shade of a tree in Budd Sugarman park.
"Hello!" I said, when I saw her looking at me. There was no immediate reply, so I said again, "Hello!"
She looked a bit surprised, so I walked over, and said "You don't know me, but I wanted to say hello anyway." To my delight, she then conversed with me quite happily. I asked how she was feeling, and she allowed as how the spring was early this year. I introduced myself and she told me her name is Virginia and that she was known as Ginny when she was a young girl.
I asked her permission to take her picture, and to inquire about her age.
"Fifty-six," she declared, with no uncertainty.
The woman with her, a caregiver or attendant of some kind, chuckled quietly and told me she was really ninety-eight.
"Virginia," I said, "if I was just a little bit older, I'd ask you out."
We all laughed, and Virginia wished me well.
I'll tell you one thing for sure. If I actually make it to 98, I'm going to go out and have a smoke in the park too.