Walking through the newly landscaped Clarence Square Park on my way home; looking back toward Wellington Street. It's a substantial improvement to that little part of the city, and includes a large, fenced dog run and numerous new trees. My enjoyment of the one-minute walk through it mornings and evenings is enhanced too.
Lovely Sunday morning and there's a fair bit of loafing around, reading, making luscious breakfast, I mean brunch, editing photos and eventually getting showered to go out and catch up with the Santa Claus parade making its way down toward St. Lawrence market. As it happens, my fault, we don't get out the door in time and as we walk down Wellington Street, we find a lot of families heading home and what looks like a massive advertisement for Tim Horton's plastered all over the street. If what Tim's is advertising is garbage.
The crowds are a little less charming after the parade than they might be during the parade and it's a relief to duck into the cozy and quiet little Cést What for some fine ale and snack of warm cheese with carmelized onions, and warm pretzels and broccoli for dipping.
Later we walk home in the twilight and I'm thinking the colour of that sky is more beautiful than any old parade float any day.
Oh how I love a misty morning. I walk the long way down Wellington just to see those towers languishing behind the low hanging clouds.
This morning I took a windier route to work than usual, sticking into some smaller, less busy "back" streets.
Tonight, after work, I went shopping. I want some new clothes. THAT is another sign of spring, feeling as if I can't live another minute with the current wardrobe. Yes, spring is coming, I'm sure of it now.
I didn't buy anything. Nada. But I dawdled on the way home, thinking, again, that I can feel spring in the air. While dawdling, I took some pictures.