Bathurst and College Streets
GARDENERS, IT COULD BE SAID, are well-suited to the moment. Patience, after all, is a virtue in both horticulture and quarantine. Helpful, too, is a tendency to escape the troubles of our big fraught world by immersing ourselves in the little beautiful worlds within. Plus, familiarity with the perennial allows one to see beyond. Virginia Woolf once called to her husband, Leonard, to leave his gardening and come inside where she was listening to Hitler on the radio. “I shan’t come,” he called back. “I’m planting iris and they will be flowering long after he is dead.”