Early summer in the city

laundry

Early summer in the city and I start my days in the paradise of our back yard. There is a soft coo of turtle doves in the air, the high chirps of sparrows and robins.  The mornings are cool and fresh, pungent with lilacs – May has given us a series of purple and white blooms.

bush

lilacs

sprinkles

purple toystory star

Heading down to work on my bike, the sun has risen a little higher into bright towering blue sky days.

Passing through the cool of Allan Gardens park, the homeless guys are still on their benches, emerging from sleeping bags and newspaper blankets, starting their daily routines.

Out onto Sherbourne St, the summer emerges in full force – the streets are starting to exude that heat, the concrete gathering up the suns rays and radiating back a thick smelly weight of warmth.

corner

red building

broom

Taxis cruise by, lazily looking for fares, windows down, music wafting with nostalgia for Pakistan or Jamaica or Senegal or Colombia – mini-worlds on wheels.

A woman – a face perhaps from Yemen, shy and distrustful – holds her head scarf at her throat as she crosses the street.

Groups of men sit outside the soup kitchen, arguing loudly, passing the time, waiting for the next meal to be served.

If it is this warm in May, people say, what will it be like in July and August?

sherbourne st

mother and child

bus stop

8 thoughts on “Early summer in the city

  1. The city is sure not my world. I look out and see green, green, green of different shades, grey clouds above, red of the flowering crabapple tree and a few white blossoms remaining on the apple tree right in front of the house.. Also the rich brown of the garden soil in the small bit of it I can see out this window, around the garlic, and the plastic greenhouse, waiting for seeds. I can see no other house.

    Terron

  2. I used to bike down Sherbrooke street in Montreal during the jammed rush hour traffic slowly with no hands and whistling, taking up as much place as a car…with a big smile!

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