No sooner have the first tentative green buds of springtime burst from the hibernating trees, than the denizens of Toronto's suburbs emerge from their cosy winter cocoons to do some gardening.
It is a neighbourhood obsession. A hint of sunshine and solar action and the whole street is out, Mums, Dads and kids frantically weeding the weeds, digging the beds a
Garden Centres and Nurseries are thronged with eager customers. So much so that the local police must lend a hand directing traffic and bags of potting mix and mulch, colourful perennials and flowering annuals are packed into the capacious SUVs.
It is a neighbourhood obsession. A hint of sunshine and solar action and the whole street is out, Mums, Dads and kids frantically weeding the weeds, digging the beds a
Garden Centres and Nurseries are thronged with eager customers. So much so that the local police must lend a hand directing traffic and bags of potting mix and mulch, colourful perennials and flowering annuals are packed into the capacious SUVs.