“Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrá detener la primavera.” (You can cut all the flowers, but you can’t stop spring.) Pablo Neruda Somehow, we made it. In Toronto, the snow has finally melted, revealing a mixture of mud, crocuses, discarded masks and cigarette butts hiding on brown lawns, red buds on maple trees, and bike lanes beckoning my rusty & trusty 1980s Schwinn to venture over the potholes created by winter’s long ostinato of thawing and refreezing. But despite all the spring beauty beginning to emerge, news of the
vol. 3: march ed.
vol. 3: march ed.
vol. 3: march ed.
“Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrá detener la primavera.” (You can cut all the flowers, but you can’t stop spring.) Pablo Neruda Somehow, we made it. In Toronto, the snow has finally melted, revealing a mixture of mud, crocuses, discarded masks and cigarette butts hiding on brown lawns, red buds on maple trees, and bike lanes beckoning my rusty & trusty 1980s Schwinn to venture over the potholes created by winter’s long ostinato of thawing and refreezing. But despite all the spring beauty beginning to emerge, news of the