…now that moving day is nearly here and we will be heading to a new community all the way across the city.
The grocery store just up the street. I know where absolutely everything is, aside from the egg replacer (turns out no one there knows where it is, either…might have something to do with the fact that there is some question as to what, exactly, it is). The friendly faces of the staff members will be missed, as well – including one gentleman my hubby and I both worked with years ago at a different job, and a courtesy clerk who treats my hubby like a rock star and makes us smile about it every time.
Our landlady, who has a magical green thumb and grows the most incredible nicotiana and tomato plants I’ve ever seen, and who has always been so kind and generous and thoughtful.
The perennial flower beds that I’ve tended for nearly twenty years…which, well, *sob.* I can’t even begin to tell you how much I will miss them. The balcony in our new place is small and I will be restricted to just a few plants in containers. It will be very difficult for me.
The community garden that I’ve been a member of for five years and served on the organizing committee for. I met some fascinating people through the garden – everyone with diverse backgrounds, education, and opinions – and learned several lessons about plants and life (!) during my experience there. I am delighted that there is a community garden near our new place, and I’m already growing some veggies there. I’m starting off small this year (both due to a serious lack of time and a cutworm problem that is unfortunately keeping the plants in check), but hopefully next year’s growing season will be more promising.
The plants in the community that mark the seasons in their own ways: the neighbour’s yellow forsythia in early spring, the soft-needled larch trees in the park next door, the ginormous lilac hedge along the drive. The mayday tree out front with its sickly sweet-scented but gorgeous white flowers, the snowball viburnums in front of the building across from us. The plums and crabapples down the street, and the splendid mountain ash with their persistent berries. Even the green ash tree that has threatened to drop branches on our truck in stormy weather several times over the years.
Nose Hill. If you’ve followed Flowery Prose for a while, you’ll know this is my favourite place to walk and I have posted many, many photographs of the flowers and the landscape there. Of course, I will still be living in the same city and I will still be able to travel to Nose Hill to walk there but because of the distance, I know I will not be able to go there as often as I do now. On the plus side, in the new community, there will be several new parks to explore.
The northern flickers that nest in the trees outside the back door of our apartment building. They are a joy to watch.
Photo credit: R. Normandeau
The jackrabbits and the squirrels. Yes, they ate or dug up great chunks of my garden most years, but you can’t help but smile when you see these little furry bundles of energy. Even while you’re clapping your hands and chasing after them, screaming, “Get out of there, you little ********!” and your neighbours are all going to their windows and lifting the curtains and wondering what the crazy lady is doing this time.
The library branch I used to work at, a twenty minute walk from my home. I dearly miss the friends I made there – but I know I will keep in touch with many of them in years to come.
That dude who takes his acoustic guitar out on sunny days in the summer and sits on the bench in front of our building and treats us all to some great music.
Cross country skiing in the park next to our apartment. Especially fun after a fresh snowfall, at night, when it’s quiet and you’re the first to make tracks and the snow is all powdery and perfect and sparkling in the street lamps.
The courtyard of the school where, in the summer, I used to go to read and enjoy the weather on my lunch breaks from work. One late afternoon, I hid out under the roof for nearly an hour while the most insane thunderstorm I’ve ever seen raged around me. There was so much lightning and thunder and rain that I had to wait it all out before safely walking home. Lightning hit a generating station a few kilometres away and the resulting sonic boom was terrifying and awesome. And…then there was that time I was reading and I heard a noise nearby. I looked up to see that something…someone…had opened the window of the classroom next to me and stuck a hand out the window. To say I was freaked out is an understatement, as the school was closed for the summer. Sure, it could have been a janitor (that’s what I tell myself, anyway), but in truth, there were no cars in the parking lot and the hand sort of just “felt” the air and went back inside, leaving the window ajar. Not really the behaviour of a janitor, but how else to explain it? And no, I wasn’t reading Stephen King at the time.
The neighbourhood Korean barbeque place that doesn’t have an English name, where my co-workers and I delighted in some really delicious, cheap meals for birthday and other celebratory lunches. It has the plainest decor and you can seat perhaps a maximum of twenty people in the place, but the food is really stellar. Sometimes those tiny hole-in-the-wall places are the best.
The community arena where my hubby and I occasionally watched junior lacrosse games. It’s one of those places where the reek of sweat has completely saturated the entire building, from the floorboards to the ceiling, and you can probably get athlete’s foot from merely sitting on the spectator bleachers, but it’s so fun to watch Canada’s national summer sport grow with these kids. Sometimes, if we were lucky, we caught a glimpse of one or two well-known professional (current and retired) lacrosse players coaching their students in the field outside the arena.
If you had to move today, what are a few of the things you’d miss about your current home and the community where you live?
