Monday afternoon it was warm(ish) and sunny, so I headed out for a ride. There was a cold breeze off the bay, so I avoided going all the way downtown, and headed to a favourite quiet corner, the dead end of Berry Street. This is one of several streets that is interrupted by the steep bluff of the ancient Nipissing glacial shoreline here in Meaford.
As I turned onto Berry Street, this enormous Forsythia stood not far from the corner. It was brilliantly yellow and fully in bloom.When you get to the end of the one-block street, you are blocked by the forested slope in front of you, looping around to the right. You might be able to pick out the roofline of a tiny corner of our local hospital on top of the slope on the right.
Straight ahead looks like this, a right of way cleared for hydro lines, but there was never a road here. A one-block stretch of the street where I often ride continues above.
And if you go up there, which I did, and look back down, this is the view you get - a tangle of branches above a guardrail. You can see the street below and one driveway, but not much else, the branches are so thick.
Going back toward downtown you can make out the town's water tower through the trees up above the slope. It's just behind the helipad outside the hospital.
And on our own street we have a tiny library, built by one of the neighbours and erected right beside the mailboxes. I heard he was careful to build it at wheelchair height, and I've used it several times.