Yesterday the better half and I went exploring a lovely woodland and wetland area that is delightfully close to our new home.
Upon arrival we were immediately greeted by oak, linden, ash, maple and other deciduous pretties, along with various songs of birds. I was surprised that this place is tucked right in the city.
After walking for a half a km or so, we came out to an expanse of wetland, that we could cross using a bridge. While crossing I found myself being reminded of the
ancient trackways found in Irish bogs. It's definitely not like any route I take on a regular basis.
On the other side of the wetland we were met by path that was flanked by a hedgerow on one side and a wood on the other. Eventually the wood turned into a mix with more coniferous trees, along with some ferny and mossy fixins'.
The trail led us right down to Lake Ontario, but we decided to turn around and head back the way we came.
I have a feeling that I will be frequenting this stretch for both ritual and wildcrafting. I am looking forward to getting to know the local flora and fauna, as well as the local spirits.
This city is starting to feel like home.
Sláinte!
Laurel