High Park, Toronto, in different times
During these uncertain pandemic times we find solace in the signs of Spring which we witness while out walking, cycling, paddling. They are always hopeful but this year the appreciation is intensified. A week or so ago we canoed into a maple swamp and delighted in the delicate buds of the trees we drifted past in the silence.
We also have flowering trees in our backyard, including plenty of lilacs, honeysuckle, serviceberry, dogwood, and a cherry tree. They are all such a gift, both visually and olfactorily (yes, an actual word!) There is a gratuitous abundance to the blossoms of trees which somehow echoes the lavish love of God the Creator and Redeemer.
I was saddened to hear today that the city of Toronto will close High Park to visitors during this year's cherry blossom season, as well as other parks where the trees are in bloom. It's understandable because High Park is crowded every year during blossom time. Our younger daughter, Emily, lives a few blocks away and walks there less in this brief span than at other times because of the press of people. The city really has no other choice to ensure public safety when physical distancing is essential
This said, we all need to experience beauty in days of dread, don't you think? The city is setting up cameras so that people can virtually experience the blossoms, but we know it won't be the same. The good news is that the trees will blossom despite the absence of human beings. And there is always next year, God willing. Make sure you look around you, day by day, and give thanks for every reminder that seasons and circumstances change.
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