The Secret Gardens

As all Ontarians know, the May 24th weekend for those who don’t own cottages is the beginning of gardening season. This year the weather was perfect – warm and sunny, although the temperature forecast for the rest of the week is a little disheartening. Tomorrow night there could be low single digits!

Undaunted, we rushed out to some nurseries and searched for the best prices. Then we grabbed up the freshest annuals in our favourite colours, and lugged some bags of potting soil into our trunk. I even picked up new gardening gloves to replace the ones the mice found in the garage during the long winter. Then we sat down to contemplate where to start.

This year, both Peter and I were feeling a bit hesitant to begin this gardening marathon. Peter had turned 80 during the winter and I had dealt with some health issues. Although our house in the city sits on a relatively small property, the previous owners were avid gardeners and planted a Lot of stuff! There are trees and shrubs and hedges and flower gardens all over the place. And they all grow magnificently.

I started off the season by buying a new tool. It’s a Lee Valley invention for old people. It can be a seat or, flipped over, a kneeling pad. Both ways it is something to hold onto while standing up. I already have some good gardening tools – diggers and clippers, and they are all stored in a handy plastic bag with handles. I figured I was all set as I headed to the front yard. I always do the front first, because that’s what people see when they arrive for a visit. It’s gardening vanity.

When I arrived at the garden which runs along beside the front steps and walkway to the front door, I realized a couple of things. First of all my stool would not work on the hilly part at the beginning – it was too wobbly. Second, I remembered that last year I had been dealing with a broken shoulder during May and June and the gardening had somehow been forgotten! Where was the garden anyway? Was it that pile of dead leaves and stumps?

I got down on my knees an began to dig and pull, dig and pull. Soon I came across some tulip stems with their tops bitten off, the remains of some dead annuals from 2 years ago, a travelling vine from a distant ivy plant, and a pot with a plant that is as ancient as the house and has withered old arms and legs, I mean branches.

Meanwhile Peter wasn’t doing much better in the back. Some tomato seeds he had planted inside in March had grown too tall and spindly as they looked for sun. By the time he was ready to plant them outside they were toast. He was devastated. “What about all the people who count on my cherry tomatoes? They are going to be so disappointed!” So he had to stop work and go shopping for small tomato plants.

After I finished the front garden, I headed to the back and found the same neglect. The area where I used to plant bright red annuals as a border had been overtaken by the bushes behind, and some alien plant that was invading my garden right through the chain link fence! I got on my knees again and began to dig. These aliens did not want to leave! And they were accompanied by another foreign species – some kind of mushroom. Were they at least good to eat? No, dear readers, despite being quite distraught, I didn’t poison myself.

Alien species slips through the fence

Then I moved to another area of the back yard where 2 sweet little flowering bushes I had never seen before had sprung up. And after we tidied up the side of the shed, Peter found a tall lilac tree in bloom. Despite all the work, I was really excited with the new discoveries and ready to end the day on this high note. Then Peter pointed out that the rhubarb was growing fast and really needed to be cooked.

This gardening weekend is going to last the entire summer.

Sue

A Walk In the Woods

This past weekend Donald J. Trump got the entire world involved in a war, without anybody’s permission and for no obvious reason. Iran does not have intercontinental ballistic missiles, and there is no plan for how to help the Iranian people move forward after the bombing stops. The underlying reasons could be several: his payback to Saudi Arabia for his new jet and other monetary obligations, an attempt to distract the public from the Epstein files, his hankering for the Nobel Peace Prize, or his anger with the Supreme Court over knocking down his tariff walls. Maybe it’s all of them, revealing an enfeebled old man wanting to ensure some sort of sick legacy.

To get away from the news on Sunday, Peter and I decided to take a walk we normally do in the summer. It meanders through the woods and along the Humber River. What is it like in the winter? I’ll show you:

Bundled up in heavy coats, mitts, tuques, and scarves, we walked through the neighbourhood to the path in the woods. The first thing we saw was this abandoned swing. Soon a little child will be smiling and screeching as he goes higher and higher.

It was a little icy so we held onto each other as we made our way down to the river. Attached to one of the trees was some advertising for a dental office. It seemed to be a strange place for clients to stop and read. Could the woods be full of hidden candies?

Then we walked past the Humber River Yacht Club, definitely closed for the winter:

Even the snowmobile had been deserted.

The dog park was empty too:

Peter decided to go the extra mile for you, dear readers. He stepped out onto the ice, while I held my breath, and my phone, ready to call 911:

The ice held, and the river, usually full of geese, was silent.

Then we trudged up the hill back to civilization.

We stopped to do some shopping on the way home, avoiding the inevitable CNN news feed for a little while longer.

Sue

Leslie Lookout Park

I have had a crush on Claude Cormier ever since I visited Berczy Park and stumbled upon his whimsical dog fountain. What a clever idea he had: to construct parks that were more than just grass and trees; to make them a go-to destination.

Cormier died in 2023 from a rare genetic condition, at the young age of 63. What a loss for the environment and for the cities that benefitted from his genius. I was eager to visit this newest Toronto creation, Leslie Lookout Park, officially opened by Mayor Olivia Chow on September 14th of this year. The media reporting was full of praise for this park, crafted from a small piece of land near the Leslie Street Spit and the Portlands. Peter and I made our way there last Friday.

As usual, we took public transit – a subway and a bus – and then walked half a kilometer. And there, almost hidden between a huge postal station and a construction lot full of sand hills, was a tiny bit of magic. The park makes itself known through its lookout tower. No, this is not the CN Tower. But visitors can walk up the staircase to the second level and view the CN tower in the distance.

The beach, similar to Sugar Beach, (another Cormier creation), hosts about 25 Muskoka chairs looking out over Toronto’s Ship Channel. The sunsets are reported to be beautiful from this angle. The rest of the park is composed of small hills suitable for kids to roll down, and an area of porous asphalt which collects and disperses rain water. There are bike stands and water fountains. The entire park is planted with more than 5000 different kinds of greenery, including a mini-forest of bonsai.

After Peter and I had explored every inch of this clever creation, we still had some time so we wondered south the the entrance of Tommy Thompson Park. This park is a lot different from the Cormier design. It’s Vast. And Wild. Here the flowers, grasses and animals run free. In fact, there is a huge sign at the entrance, warning visitors not to bring dogs, not even on a leash. Wildlife is King.

We walked along for a while until we came to a sign indicating that the park continues for 10 kilometers. No wonder we had seen so many bike riders! A friend told us that, had we continued walking a bit farther, we would have come across public restrooms with ideal bird-nesting opportunities under the eaves. The restrooms are built according to current “green” standards, and the birds show off their flying skills there – much better for the environment than the Air Show.

Then it was time to go home. We walked back to the bus stop, past Leslie Lookout Park, grateful to have seen Claude Cormier’s final Toronto creation.

Sue

This dedication can be found on the inside of the lookout tower