Yesterday afternoon, before having to go in for work, I walked to the store to pick up a few things. But I took a roundabout way getting there. Along Queen Street, not far from the library are some lilac bushes that my mother sometimes used to cut flowers from. But now every spring somebody prunes it back so drastically, that I have not seen flowers growing on them in many, many years. Which seems piteous.
I turned left on Caroline Street, then stopped to take a photo of a house that once belonged to the family of a childhood friend of mine. Today their is a pink banner hanging out front of it that says SPA.
I strolled along William Street trying to decide how far I should wander in the opposite direction of the store. At Ontario Street I turned left, then left again at Rutledge Road. As I crossed the railway tracks a convoy of school buses were pulling out from the Public School nearby. Before I reached Tannery Street, I took a short cut and crossed over the tracks again so that I would come out behind the Plaza.. Someone had written the word FUCK on a large construction sign, which struck me as an incomplete statement. I happened to look over and saw a patch of sunflowers growing next to the parking lot, which I felt attracted to. I was not the only one. There was a large Bumble Bee and three Monarchs also attracted to them.