She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.
I love it when there’s no destination or a point to a jaunt and gems are found along the way. Patchy rust and nature trying to take over make my heart sing. I found these last weekend, as I meandered along the back roads traveling from a lovely evening spent with family who are not just family, but who are also friends.
Today, we set out with Sis to walk Ottawa Street and ended up checking out the Spring Bulb Show at the Tropical Greenhouse at Gage Park. We jaunted there just about a year ago, and it was just as cold this time as it was then, but the flowers made us hope that spring hurries up and joins us soon.
We also spent some time planning the upcoming getaway to warmth and got a bit of shopping done too. We ended up at the Bruce Trail hidden gem of a house foundation, which is just about five minutes from where I live. I have driven by it many times, and have even checked it out briefly once, but this was a more thorough look and worth the walk and making it past fellow explorers with a bit of an overzealous dog. I would like to find out some of the history of this homestead – it looks like it was one of the original settlements in the area. The view would have been amazing back then, stretching over Hamilton and over the harbour without the highways below. When I closed my eyes, I could see the rolling hills, farm fields and orchards of then.
Hope your weekends have a bit of the wander in them – I cannot believe that a quarter of the year is almost gone by!