We managed to get down to the Distillery District for the Toronto Light Festival before it closed on March 12th. It was a rainy Tuesday night. Still managed a shot or ten. Umbrellas were involved. I love how you can see the reflections of the colors of the loops in the brick.
It was so much fun. I hope they do it again next year.
You look at this while I bang out 52Stories52Weeks.
Here be Friday.
Get your glow on.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…
I’m Thinking Door Wreath!
The William Dam Seeds came on the spring equinox. Fitting. Appropriate.
Let the seedling games begin.
In Other News ~
Yesterday, it was 53 Fahren. It was sunny. G-Pup took us for a walk. Sniffed. Marked her territory anew. The tongue lolled. The tail swished. Okay. That last bit might have been me. But let’s be clear, I marked nothing.
Today, it’s 22-Fahren-feels-like-6 and will remain in the 20’s and 30’s for the remainder of the week. GAH.
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
In the new climate — the climate of change — I no longer have a seasonal wardrobe. I have a layered wardrobe. From tankini and flip-flops to down parka and winter boots… just layer it on and off. Everything is jumbled together in the closet.
Did I say ‘jumbled’? I meant tidily stacked and labeled.
Grab the flip-flops and cropped pants and tee one day, the fleece-lined jeans, hoodie and ankle boots the next. The end.
That’s no lie, Geppetto.
The tankini might be a grey area though. Just sayin’.
Here be Hump Day.
I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates. Wait. Ice skates. No, wait. Roller skates…