I tootled off to Toronto Island yesterday, with a backpack containing two of Jody’s books. I had a destination. It’s a little kiosk on Algonquin Island, where you can take a book, leave a book. So cool.
I sat on a bench nearby and wrote:
Dear Algonquin Island reader,
I hope you take a copy of Jody’s and my book from the Algonquin Island library. It’s a love story.
Thank you for accompanying us on our journey.
Gosh, I felt good slipping the two volumes between other creations. A day later, do they still sit there or is each one now residing on someone’s end table? It doesn’t matter. I know they’ll find their way into human hearts.
All pleased with myself, I decided to explore Snake Island, a tiny little thing joined to the main by a walking bridge. No cutesy homes on Snake, just nature.
As I plopped my feet down onto a new world, I thought of my pocket. Inside was a plastic bag, perfect for anti-littering. I so much enjoy picking up garbage and removing it from the paths of life. I drifted down the trail, seeing this and that in the realm of manmade objects. They got stuffed. For awhile I was 100%, but as my bag filled as well as a discarded fabric cooler, my leaning over quotient started to max out. There were just so many “things”. Finally, I declared completion. The rest of the little buggers will just have to sit there until the next explorer comes along. Back over the bridge from Snake, there sat a black garbage can. Cha-ching!
A notice board drew me. And there it was … my next adventure. There’s one church on Toronto Island, and on Sunday, November 20 it’s hosting first a brunch and second a concert, featuring a folk music duo. I’ll be mellowing out on the carless island, just like a local. Sweet.
Library , litter and lyrics. I’m there.