I was thinking the other day about those little baskets we use to make at school out of woven construction paper. One would then fill them full of wild flowers or bloomin' weeds and hang them on the doorknob of a neighbor as a May Day gift...or you could take them home to mother. Stratford Hill was the prime place to find lots and lots of wildflowers. I remember picking bluebells, trillium, violets in many hues..even white. I wonder if they are still there, I wonder if kids still pick them.