Memory lane

Our Mother's Day hike this year was a week late, on account of the weather. You see, the cold has caused late bloom times, and the real purpose of the traditional walk is to visit a forgotten bunch of lilacs.

Here's a short picture story. It takes place just south of the 403, east of Aldershot ViaRail station...


Ahhh ... Burlington nature. What have they done with everything green? (this scene was quite a shock)

Maybe next time we'll be able to park closer to our destination ... half of the hike has been razed for some unknown purpose - parking lot?

This is more like it (folks, this landscape is between the 403 and the train tracks - beautiful!)

Must squeeze in an old favourite - shagbark hickory

Here are the lilacs ... always a little more overgrown than the last visit. They line what used to be a farm driveway.

Greenhouse. Definately green but not much 'house' left

Ancient backyard oak

Dad has to relocate the old vegetable garden every year .. it moves all over the place!

Found some onions ... Hopefully these can continue to persist through the years. When i'm greyhaired i'll smile to see them poking up through some pavement crack at an old trainstation.

Roadtripping

It was a crisp May morning, hints of sun streaked the monday sky, perfect scene for an early morning rise.

Now over there to the left in your birds-eye view, see my boss and i -two tiny ants- clueless landscape people, lost somewhere on the Bruce Trail ... in a sedan. The ultimate in urbanite adventure-seeking.

May i suggest, for an interesting trip (this one had me in fits, literally), drive up Hwy 10 north of Orangeville and find an Ontario oddity labelled Sideroad 15 - more appropriately sidetrail 15. Sidetrail 20 also looked promising for an equally exhilarating hike.

Horning's Mill's, May 2007

Wednesday March 16, 1892

"This morning i took a walk through the woods down to the spring - the loveliest spot. Oh it was all so beautiful! The calm, fresh loveliness of the woods seemed to enter into my very spirit with voiceless harmony - the harmony of clear blue skies, mossy trees .... All the little fears and chafings shrank into nothing and vanished. Standing there beneath that endless blue dome, deep with the breathing of universal space ... I put my arm around a lichened old spruce and laid my cheek against its rough side - it seemed like an old friend." - LMM



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