La fleur de tournesol géante

 C’est plutôt la plante elle-même qui est grande. Moi, je fais 6’2 et elle est plus grande que moi!

Voici une photo que je viens de prendre, tout juste avant de bloguer. Oui, c’est un verbe.

Ça conclut mon entrée de la journée sur mon kaleidoughscope. Je ne suis pas tout à fait habitué de marcher et d’écrire en français, donc je garde ça court.

Cruised on a highway to get here

I don’t often find myself being in a car. I walk everywhere, or, when I have a functioning bike, I ride that. Busses, streetcars, and subways are the rest of the time.

Today, I was lucky enough to get a ride to Brantford, about an hour and 15 minutes away from Toronto, car-time.

It’s s bit bigger than a small town, and not really that big of a city. A typical Toronto town, I would say, with extra emphasis on hockey because Wayne Gretzky is from there. Wayne Gretzky is famous because he’s like the Michael Jordan of basketball i.e. the most elite player of his time.

Anyway I walked a couple different trails, and watched some geese on the riverbank. It was rainy, first, then sunny in the afternoon, perfectly clear.

The crazy thing is it’s the first time I’ve been outside of Toronto in over 7 years.

I’m glad I spent some time out in nature out in Brantford, because after spending the day exploring, I had to run some errands at Brantford’s Costco and inside that place, it’s easy to feel like a caged zoo animal. So much bulk food, it surprises me how much stuff the Earth produces.

I must remember the good, like the greenery, Grand river with its sun-reflecting turbulence of water waves, and the fresh air of a warm Autumn day. This is what I wish to remember for today’s blog post.