Back from visiting friends in Guelph, an hour or so by train from Toronto.
Type of small town that makes you wistful for what you never had. Lovely old houses, quiet tree lined streets and kids allowed to wander on their own. Also birthplace of Lt. Col. John McCrae (‘In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow, between the crosses, row on row’).
Two photos to post. Perhaps this would have been better showing her face. However, anonymity means it could be anyone’s daughter delighting in a pastime as old as childhood.
Taken in my friends’ garden, I find this almost as soothing as a gin-and-tonic.
