Then went out with another friend to Edwards Gardens, a vast tract of park and woodland rather to the north of where I hang out. It connects with other ravine-linked wilderness areas in the middle of Toronto, most of which seem accessible only by car or the very fit biker. My friend has a car, so off we went; both of us have mobility issues, so we sat on a bench and ate a picnic lunch and talked about Pema Chodron.
After which I intended only to sit on the porch and read JS&MN, but somehow wound up trimming the hedge and breaking down the wooden table frame, with saw and hammer, because tomorrow is both garbage day and garden waste pickup. Also picked up the fallen cherries and made a half-cup of cherry juice from the whole ones. (You may see that most had been bird-pecked before they fell, but they are indeed at the soft ripe point, so dark that I can no longer see them on the branches.)
So I am virtuous, and would virtuously have an epsom salt bath after my labours, except that economy is also a virtue. Water rates have gone sky-high, from a need to replace our aging mains and because people heeding warnings to conserve water caused a shortfall in the department's revenue. So perhaps I'll have a virtuous shower instead.
