Last week I met up with a friend of mine to go for a walk while we spent some time together. We decided to walk on one of the Discovery Trails in the city as I had not yet walked on its path. I enjoyed walking under the lush green trees with her and listening to the sound of the insects communicating with one another.
During our walk, we came across a few bridges for both cars and trains. On this particular bridge, I noticed that some graffiti and street art had been painted on the walls.
I admired the lettering of some of it; but what I enjoyed seeing even more was the juxtaposition of the man-made steel against the natural green of the trees.
As we passed under the bridge and the reminder that man has encroached on the natural here, I looked forward to walking more on the trail that echoed with the reminder that nature is good for our souls.
My friend and I enjoyed our walk together. Not only did we have a good chat but we also spent some time exercising in a not often visited part of the city.
Over the weekend I accompanied my cousin to the Toronto Botanical Gardens for a walk. I have been to the gardens a number of times and, while there, have always admired the flowers and the feeling of being surrounded by nature. In one of the flowerbeds in the gardens, we saw a message had been planted to encourage people to stay safe during the COVID-19 crisis.
Not all of my time, however, was spent walking among the pristine gardens. The enjoyable part of the walk is when we pass the streams and untamed parts of the trail.
I love listening to the sound of trickling water and the sound of life near the water. I also enjoy seeing the wild flowers that grow near the edge of the streams.
The sight is really beautiful to behold and always lifts my spirits. Even the steel frames of man-made bridges are made to look beautiful.
Our walk ended as we moved through the controlled gardens once again. The beauty of the flowers may be contained, but they are a sight to behold nonetheless.
I enjoyed our late afternoon walk in the gardens. I am sure that we will go back soon another time.
After a number of days during which the skies were grey and rain fell, I was once again able to go on my morning walk. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of blossoms I saw on the trees in my neighbourhood.
Both the small blossoms and the larger ones were a pleasant sight to behold.
Some of the petals have already fallen on the ground due to the battering by the wind. However, some of the plants do have a little protection in the form of wooden fences.
The daffodils, though, are sturdy and nothing prevents them from showing their glory.
I love seeing the flowers in the gardens – they bring joy to my walk.
The variety of the flowering bulbs are a delight to see:
And even though some tulips have been battered by the wind,
others are only now considering to show their glory.
I will enjoy the sight of these blossoms and flowers during the length of their beauty. It is always a pleasure to see them on my walk.
Are you enjoying blossoms and flowers on your daily walk?
A couple of weeks ago, I wanted a change of background for my Bookstagram photos. Packing a couple of books inside a bag, I set out for a nearby stream that I often walk past.
On arriving at the stream, I saw the top of a tree stump that would be perfect to place my books on for a shot.
Unpacking my books, I placed them on the space. Luckily I had gone out early in the morning so there were not many people around to interfere with the aesthetic of my photo.
While at the stream, I decided to walk a little as I have always enjoyed this spot.
The stream ripples along quite a bit a the bottom of this ravine and I followed along with it until I could no longer.
Stones have been placed alongside the stream to prevent erosion and, as I walked along, I wondered if the stream ever becomes a gushing river.
In all the years I have lived in this neighbourhood and walked this way, I have not seen the level higher than this.
My curiosity is peaked though and I think to myself I need to come by here the next time we are issued with a flood warning. In the meantime, though, my task was done and my walk at an end. I will return another time to enjoy the sight of the stream.
Do you have a stream nearby your home that you can enjoy?
The best thing about our holiday to the Dominican Republic was walking on the beach. On our first day, we could not resist the call of the sand and water.
The stretch of beach seemed never ending and our walk was unhindered by barriers.
I loved feeling the sunlight on my skin (we had left behind cold, grey days) as well as hearing the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. The breeze did not worry me, nor the many ocean bathers.
I drank in the sight of the palm trees waving in the wind and breathed in the salt air.
We walked by many hotel loungers facing the sea. Many were empty as around 5pm many beach-goers pack up and get ready for the dinner hour. We did not turn back from our walk, though, as we had decided to eat later and wanted to make the most of our time near the water.
I was curious about the trees that were still alive but do not have much contact with the soil. Had they been transported there to add to the atmosphere of the surroundings?
As the sun sank towards the horizon and the light faded, we turned back the way we had come. The shadows were lengthening and we knew that our walk along the edge of the sea would soon be over.
In the fading light, the landscape appeared more moody. That did not deter me, however, from enjoying my surroundings.
Each day that we were in Punta Cana, we walked along this stretch of beach. I loved the feel of the salt water washing up on my legs, and the sensation of the rough sand on the bottom of my feet. I enjoy walking along the beach and look forward to the next time I visit.
After our flight had been delayed for an hour, we left the airport in Toronto near 1:00 am on 14 July to begin our family vacation. Finally we were in the air. I was not feeling too well as I had eaten something at the airport that my stomach did not agree with. I suspected I had a bit of food poisoning – though the flight attendants were convinced I was suffering from motion sickness. The flight was doubly uncomfortable for me (I do not enjoy flying) and I was relieved when we arrived in France. By the time we had landed in Paris, I was feeling better – and beginning to feel hungry (I had not eaten on the flight).
We were picked up at the airport by a family member who was pleased to see us. It was around 4pm on 14 July. It was Bastille day, one of France’s public holidays. Even though we were all feeling tired and desiring sleep, our host insisted we go out to eat a meal and afterwards go and watch the fireworks at the Eiffel tower. How could we say no? The first stop, though, was the supermarket where we bought a little food.
Loved the deli display at the supermarket.
French cheese. Yum!
Salami – I couldn’t wait to taste it again.
Thereafter we hopped into the car and drove to the Parisian city centre. From the parking we walked to the Champs Elysées, the main street in Paris. I hadn’t walked down this street in 29 years – and yet it felt like it had been yesterday. So much was the same – the wide sidewalks, the fast driving, and the uniqueness of the city.
A sight I remember well.
A street corner on the Champs Elysees.
Walking down the Champs Elysees.
Cars driving down the main road.
See the Arc de Triomphe in the background?
The restaurant we ate at.
We stopped at a restaurant (L’Alsace) to eat French cuisine as organised by my husband’s cousin – whom he met for the first time that evening. We ate hungrily and yet savoured the rich flavours of the food in front of us. Our first Parisian meal was delicious and definitely not a disappointment.
Butter and baguette!
My meal – salmon and potato.
My daughters ate penne.
Profiteroles for dessert.
After chatting and eating, we walked to the Eiffel tower. The sun had set by then and we had been awake for a long time. (We had gained 6 hours while travelling).
Tuesday morning we woke to the sight of gently falling snow – a vision we have not seen much of this winter. It had snowed during the night, and our world was covered in a blanket of white. My first view as I stepped out of our apartment building was the branches of the trees. It looked so beautiful – almost like a fairytale.
As I walked to the subway station, I admired views I had seen before (but not this winter). This is the first proper snowfall we have had this year and I have missed seeing our environment covered in white. Grey is so dull and that is all we have seen this winter season.
As I walked down the road, I enjoyed the feel of the softly falling snow and admired the sights around me. The snow had not been dirtied yet, nor had it been turned to slush from trampling feet and moving cars.
After my train ride, I walked a little in the suburbs where the snow had been untouched by pedestrians.
I arrived early at my destination and I could not resist walking a little more before going indoors.
As always, my eye was drawn to the beauty of the snow-covered trees. I liked especially the silver birch tree in front of someone’s home.
The snow continued through the night and into Wednesday morning. I admire the beauty of a white winter but I know we will pay the price when the snowfall stops and the temperatures drop.
On Sunday when we went to get a few things at Eaton Center, we took the opportunity to walk along the Christmas window displays that have been set up in the store front of The Hudson’s Bay. I enjoyed looking at the the elves preparing for Christmas and Santa’s midnight ride to deliver all the gifts to children all over the world. There were scenes of carollers and of people in their homes on Christmas Eve.
In the last window, we saw Santa sitting down for his Christmas meal after a hard night’s work taking the time to relax and celebrate until preparations begin for the next year.
As we walked up Queen street to catch the streetcar, we came across a wooden box holding a Nativity scene. Amid all the Santas that abound in the city and the glittering Christmas trees that are seen in every store, this scene was a welcome sight to behold.
To me, the Nativity scene symbolises the true reason why Christians celebrate Christmas. The birth of Christ was was the beginning of a series of events that led to the spiritual salvation of many. Christmas is a time to ponder on this and on the reasons why we remain Christians in a world that is focused on materialism.
Do you enjoy looking at the Christmas displays in store front windows?
Monday night was my daughter’s music concert and we walked to the school for the performance. Walking down a side street to the main road, we passed the property of two home owners who have lit up the evergreen trees they have in their front yard. This year I was able to take a better picture of the trees than I did last year.
After passing the lit up trees, we turned onto the main road. The afternoon was turning into evening and the lights were on duty. We walked quickly as we did not want my daughter to be late – and the earlier we were, the better seats we would get!
When we turned into the side streets again to reach the school, I could not resist snapping a few pictures of my favourite house decorations. The lights really make the neighbourhood look festive.
On the way back home, we walked a little slower and were thus able to admire the Christmas trees that the store owners in the main street have put in the windows.
I enjoyed looking at the Christmas lights and decorations. It was an added bonus to a musical evening.
Last week we had snow falling gently for over a day. Luckily we escaped a blizzard – but we did not escape the cold. The dropping temperatures forced us to dress in warm winter gear while still in the middle of Fall. Even though the temperatures were lower, I did enjoy the sight of fresh snow on the ground. The day after the snowfall, I had the chance to walk in a nearby park and thought I would take you with me.
The snow that had been sprinkled on the ground suited the almost bare trees:
There is a small brook running through the park and I have always loved the sight of it surrounded by white.
The angled branches hanging over the water does lend atmosphere to the scene, I think.
The snow fell consistently for over a day but did not manage to cover every nook and cranny of the rocks found in the park.
As I walked past the children’s playground, I saw that it was empty. Visitors had not yet come to disturb the virgin snow.
I noticed that not all trees and bushes have lost their leaves – a sign that we are still in the autumnal season.
As I walk past this bench, I do not sit down to pause awhile. The temperatures werebelow zero and I needed to keep moving to be warm.
I noticed the sun setting behind the trees and could not help thinking how pretty it was.
As I left the park, I noticed a group of children tobogganing down the slope. They looked like they were having a lot of fun.
I enjoy walking on the snow – especially when not many have yet walked in it. I love the silence of the surroundings and the sound of my feet crunching the snow. Temperatures are warmer today and rain is forecast. I know, however, that I will have another opportunity to experience white winter scenes.
Do you enjoy walking in the park after it has snowed?