Went to the Beaches, a section of town in the east end whose residents, I'm told, call it the Beach. I being a westerner use the plural because there are three of them. To be precise, I was driven there, because otherwise it's a long slow journey on the Queen streetcar: which is why I haven't been in that end of the world since 1990.
Made my fish and mushroom and asparagus pilaff. Lacking wine to poach the fish, used lemonade. Worked wonderfully. Then weeded and trimmed bushes in the garden, amid the scent of lilacs and lily-of-the-valley. Classic May evening following classic May day- followed of course by classic May 24 fireworks.
