I left Toronto uncertain, in a haste of goodbyes. I bid the traffic of the 401 farewell and welcomed the slower pace of driving along the mountain side toward my parents’ home. The first thing I did after landing at the airport was visit a local nursery to pick up some flowers for the front of the house.
The nursery, located across a vineyard and apple orchards.
Flowers, and more flowers.
My parents want to replicate this hanging flower basket design at the retirement home where they’ve been volunteering.
I was immediately drawn to these bursts of muted yet vibrant yellow daisy variations.
Hard to choose!
The flowers, in their new home.
My father planting a lilac plant, which was given by a family friend, at the back of the house.
My mother baked a delicious cheesecake, of perfect consistency, texture, and taste.
Suffice it to say, it’s nice to be home.
Music: justin nozuka – my heart is yours | justin nozuka – golden train