Now, In June, When the night is a vast softness Filled with blue stars, And broken shafts of moon-glimmer Fall upon the earth, Am I too old to see the fairies dance? I cannot find them any more. - After Many Springs - Langston Hughes (1901-1967) In Montreal, a tornado has just subsided yet my red geraniums remain intact in my balcony planter. A butterfly wind chime (purchased with the help of my two-year-old niece at an attic sale in Creemore, Ontario) rustles lightly before a pink and grey sky.