The Great Crossing of '76

This morning when I took the dog for his walk I was reminded of my childhood.  When I was a kid, we use to have to cross a farmer's field to get to school and every spring it would flood.  Of course back then, nobody got a ride to school so we were left to our own devices to get around it.

The athletic kids, which I was not one of, would climb the fence next to the field and make their way around the flooded area.  You could also walk down along the edge of the water the long way round to get passed it.  Or you could summon all of your courage and make a run for it right through the middle of it all; many a boot was lost in the mud doing it this way.

I was reminded of this today because the weather has started to get warmer.  And like everyone else I am happy, if not relieved, that spring has started a little earlier this year.  But getting around the block has become a little challenging.

Our city seems to be aiming to become the Venice of North America.  In some places, around our neighbourhood, we seem to have streams instead of sidewalks.  There are also sections of streets that look more like canals than roads.