While waiting for my car to be serviced in the Queen St. east area of Toronto, I had a long walk through many alleys by Jones Ave.
I will identify it at the end of the post.
Here are some of the plants both weedy and cultivated.
It was surprising to hear the song of this small reddish-brown bird in such an urban area. It was the only song I heard all morning: a Carolina Wren.
Our own heart, and not other men’s opinions, forms our true honor. – Samuel Coleridge