Maybe I could talk about our new lawn. Yes, I think that is what I will talk about. Now I won't be able to inject much if any humour or include a universal theme (except for hope and striving towards a lawn), but hey.
Well, our balcony overlooks the Spadina Quay Music Garden, and the Island Airport, and finally of course the lake, but don't forget if you turn to your right you can see the Gardiner Expressway, well, I'm sure you wouldn't but I really was just reminding myself to mention it.
We have window boxes that last year lay in fallow due only to my lassitude and failure to be a farmer (of flowers etc...). But this year, not only have I planted copious flowing gardens in the three window boxes, I have also planted a lush, luxurious, deep, cradling and soft lawn. About 15 inches by 15 inches square. It took about 4 days for tufts to appear, and 2 weeks later the grass is not quite as high as an elephant's eye, but heck it is getting there.
I don't know what I'll do when it gets so high that it needs a good mowing. Monty can't reach up to have a pee on it either. I'd like to walk through it in bare feet, feeling the grass rustle through my toes. But I'd likely topple over the balcony walls and fall 7 stories to arrive mangled and bruised at an emergency ward.
So, without further ado, I present to you our new lawn:
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