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
I was visiting in Goderich overlooking Lake Huron. My friend has a beautiful view of the sunset. But as the sun heads toward the water there is a two hour interval when her massive window literally reflects the the few trees and her gorgeous garden and birds believe they are seeing open spaces and fly into the window. My granddaughter revived one lucky bird but we immediately put up those black bird images to deter them. They are not enough. Might you suggest a remedy? It is only for a few hours but the bird population is under such duress I hope there is a remedy. Thanks Miles.
I know Jones Avenue well– from the point of view of taking the bus from the subway to the Spit (Tommy Thompson Park–I still refer to it as The Spit.) Here, you show us the wonderful details I don’t often get to see. Thanks, Miles!