Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Toronto Island Fun! (Part 2) or Never to Old!

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My heart goes out to all  dealing with the aftermath of the horrible  senseless act that happened at the Boston Marathon. My thoughts are with those suffering, those who were lost, and the ones they left behind.
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As a preventative to mental old age a daily mile trot
with your imagination cannot be equalled.
                            Ray Giles


You may want to first read part one here.

On leaving the Rectory Cafe we walked back out into those cold winds, requiring brisk walking or in my case running for the shelter of one of the many old weathered Willow trees the size of a small car. In the Cafe we had admired wonderful paintings on the walls documenting those wonderful trees that dot the island, trees that have lived a tough life of cold winds and blowing snow and still look amazingly beautiful not knowing they had aged. I stand under one of those magnificent monuments to a life well lived and the strength required to live it.

I left the shelter of this tree and its beauty and trudged down a worn path my arms wrapped tightly around myself. Suddenly there was a spot where all I could see was a cement wall and the most amazing shade of blue appears. The sky merged with the water in an endless blue mass. The wind was gone and it was as if I had entered a different world I pulled out my camera and smiled. Kat and I walked down that board walk the sound of the clunk clunk of our shoes as we moved from one plank to another was very soothing till the childhood jingle running through my head Step on a crack break your Mothers back, pops into my head. Somehow this jingle's meaning is not as appealing to me now that I am the Mother. Remembering those days of walking to school trying to avoid those cracks and sometimes feeling overwhelmed, now that I think of it this was a horrible jingle. Where do those things come from?


Kat and I enjoy the softer breeze on this side of the island, as we walked down the planked walk, sheltered by trees or bushes on one side with the endless sea wall stretching along the blue water on the other. We watched as skateboarders, roller bladers and runners with their dog’s whiz past us. Oh I knew this was where I needed to be these places where your imagination can run free much like those whizzing by.


I noticed a sheltered patch of rocky shore with beach stones and glass below where the cold Lake Ontario water splashes against the shore over and over again. What is a farm girl to do?  I throw myself over that perfectly beautiful cement seawall and follow this worn path where obviously others adventurers have travelled before and head down to search for treasure. Kat knowing her Mother and her quirks tilts her head and gives me a look as I stare back up to her standing high above; she smiles knowing this is typical for her Mom. I knew she had no other choice but to follow she is her Mother’s daughter and her imagination at this point is in high gear thinking of treasures yet to be discovered. I watch as she throws herself over the wall. I know she truly loves those unexpected moments just as much as I.


As I find myself picking up beautiful smooth coloured beach glass filling my pockets I can see Kat’s hesitation to touch any of the items, maybe a little worried about what germs may be lurking on these little treasures, I guess she forgets what living on the farm does to those needless worries, she may be “Cityfied” now. I watch as she kicks up the stones and glass with her boot to stir what may be lurking below, she calls me when she finds something interesting. I walk over to pick it up and may or may not give it back to her depending on my liking. “Mom” she shouts, I know by the sound of her excited voice she had found something incredible. She had already picked it up, I knew that it must be very special and now I would not be the one putting it in my pocket. An old Canadian Military Button with a British Crown, since I collect buttons I knew this was an old one and it had been waiting there to be discovered for a very long time. 


Success, with wet feet and full pockets of glass, broken pottery and pieces of coal I climbed back up that wall with Kat close behind and we headed to that sandy beach we see off in the distance.
I can only imagine what treasures lurk in that endless stretch of sand and shore.


 Part 3 tomorrow.

Later


30 comments:

  1. Treasures of all kinds, no doubt.

    Hugs
    Andrea

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  2. What terrific treasures you found...most especially that old button.

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  3. Really wanna go! My brother is coming to stay this summer and this is something he would def be interested in doing :) really lovely photos xxx

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  4. My sister collects beach glass. Some of it is so beautiful.

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  5. I love the way you convey things, it sparks my mind to think deeper. Great find with the military button ! Perhaps somewhere further back than I have been in your blog, you may have told how you got the nickname "Buttons" but now I was filled in on the relevance :)

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  6. What a find with the button! The shoreline there is so beautiful.

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  7. How exciting! You photos are beautiful! I can feel the calm.

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  8. Too neat to find that button! Beachcombing looks like fun. Too bad there are no real beaches in DFW.

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  9. What beautiful treasures, especially that button! God put that there all those years ago just for you.

    Is that a soccer ball in your pic? I just found a soccer ball from Mexico that washed up on a beach here. Still has the kid's name on it and what Mexican league team he plays for.

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  10. What a treat!! All that beach glass!! My favourite image is the one with the soccer ball!!!

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  11. I enjoyed this post so much, beautiful treasures, I love beach glass,

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  12. The beach looks beautiful and COLD :)
    Glad you enjoyed yourself!

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  13. Lovely post and oh what wonderful treasures ! I wonder how long that Button had been there ? Thanks for sharing . Have a good day !

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  14. Excellent treasues B. I love beachcombing.

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  15. Treasure from the sea, it doesn't get better than that.

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  16. Walking along the water and beach combing always seems like such a pleasant, peaceful thing to do. That button is great - what a treasure!

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  17. No greater treasures than the words and photos you've shared with us!

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  18. A fine adventure. Yes, growing up on a farm makes you immune to iky and most germs. That makes treasure hunting all the more fun. Looks like you two came up with quite a find. Way to go!

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  19. That looks so fun! I really love your opening quote :)

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  20. Such wonderful memories and treasures you collected. Love the last shot of that water. Looks like it got on your lens. The blue of the sky is so intense. Thank you for sharing. :)

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  21. gorgeous images and wonderful beach treasures!!

    you know i love the glass!!

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  22. I love those beautiful smooth beach stones and what luck finding that old button! :)

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  23. I love that old willow tree, and the beautiful endless sea-and B, that button was a very lucky and very cool find!! xx

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  24. Congrats on the button, Buttons. I am sure your daughter will remember that for a very long time. It sounds like fun. When I was little I would play along the grand Missouri River while dad worked on the irrigation engine. He would laugh when he was done, because my pockets were stuffed with pretty rocks.

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  25. hi buttons,

    what beautiful treasures you found!

    i so enjoyed your photos...great shots, too!

    have a wonderful day~

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  26. Amazing what you find in the sand. Hugs M xxx

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  27. AH! Those are the kinds of treasures I enjoy finding too. Life is good!

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  28. wow! what a great find! good eye, kat! the one piece looks like a small crust of bread. ;)

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  29. ROCKS!!!! and...and...BUTTONS!!!

    I know what you did for hours on end - if your daughter would let you ;)

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