Salvia Salivation and Salvation

For a few months now I've been grumbling about winter. Strictly speaking I've been whining since late November. Little did I know that the 'cure' for the winter blues was within one block of my Toronto penitentiary.

Did I say that? No. Auto Correct changed 'condo' to 'penitentiary'. Weird, huh? Sometimes technology let's us down. Sometimes.

The joyous reality of my new Toronto existence is that I live within one block of Allan Gardens, a 100 year old greenhouse complex full of exotic plants and domestic people. I went there yesterday and immediately felt the embrace of moist, warm air. My eyes saw colours beyond sidewalk silver and dog poop brown. Daffodils danced. Cyclamen cycled through my senses. Cacti caught my eye. Ouch! Even the smell of the greenhouse was tantalizingly familiar. I returned to the 1980s...the glory days of my agricultural adventures. My thumb? Once again green like an out of season poinsettia.

Glorious. Simply glorious.