How We Spent Mother's Day

Sarah on the Leslie Street Spit

The weather was fantastic here on Sunday - mid-20s temperature (mid-70s for my American friends!), sunny, nice breeze. Sarah and I decided to get out and stay out of the apartment for as long as we could. She talked to her mom for an hour or so on the phone then we took off for Timmy's for lunch before hitting up a couple of garden centres for some new seedlings and a hanging plant for our balcony. We put the plants in the hatch of Babar (our Escape, explanation later in this thread) and zipped down to the Leslie Street Spit hoping to see some of the huge migration of songbirds that was supposed to be stopping there.

For All My "Mothers"

This is a picture of my mother and me when I was nearly 2 1/2 years old. I have no idea where it was taken; if I had to guess I would say it was at my grandparents' (on my dad's side) cottage near St. Jovite in the Laurentians. I can just make out a figure in a black coat and fedora behind us who is probably one of my grandfathers. I don't remember this wall from my days at the cottage but I suppose it could have been demolished before my memories took hold. It's all conjecture, though; the simple truth is I'll likely never know because I am no longer in contact with my mom.