Ton front est ceint de fleurons fanées!

Yesterday, we realized on our way to the subway that neither of us brought masks. Also, Rich flew our Canada Day flag for the first time since the pandemic. It’s all Time and Context. We are a relatively young country so collectively, we behave like four-year-olds: We want to do the right thing yet keep forgetting or reinventing what that means. Then we feel bad, buy a T-shirt, listen to CBC, and start again. But I am grateful to be here, to be born under Treaty 2. It’s sure complicated, being Canadian, but it’s still our home on native land.

Inspired by The Canada Day Convoy. Image by desifoto with graffito by Roy, using a font by Tepid Monkey Fonts.