Yesterday's weather was stunning. Low humidity, a cloudless blue sky and the temperature was a cool 80 degrees. So I took myself to the arboretum and drove right into the side service gate. After I parked and walked up to my favourite picnic spot, it occurred to me that the park was unpeopled, empty for such a lovely day. Then I remembered that the grounds are closed Mondays. Not wanting to get locked behind a chained gate as the hour was approaching 5, I found a gent on a lawn tractor who assured me I had time to drive out. I'm going back today, I hope.
They bring tiny sparkling shopping bags, with fancy teas and chocolates. Sometimes a piece of jewelry is tucked in tissue, or a candle with a unique and exotic aroma. Almost always, though, there are soaps. These are fabulously expensive, perfumed cakes that you'd never buy unless you are filling up a bag for the lady with whom you are lunching.
People have been putting their dog walking bags into my city issued waste can and the trash men only pull big bags out of the cans so the shit's been collecting at the bottom. In the heat. I gagged violently but the odor would only worsen, so I was elected to remedy this situation by attrition. We were out of baking soda, so I grabbed the can of air freshener from the bathroom and sprayed the mess good before I tipped the can and consolidated the smaller bags into a larger, heavier bag. From here the day can only improve.
It is satisfying to ink, not pencil, appointments and deadlines on the free Department of Public Works calendar hanging on our pantry door. Ironically, this month's theme is reservoirs and the watershed. I think I'll go visit Stoney Run. Maybe I will hear cathedral bells and bullfrogs.