I’ve decided on a walk towards a favourite park, La Freyère, it is called. I know I’ve shared it before. It always offers something more. To give myself more distance to walk and take in the beautifully crisp day, I park about one kilometre away. This gives me my first glimpse of the St. Lawrence and the huge houses mansions (some owned by celebrities) along the way on the river side and large fields across from them.
I decide to enter through the parking lot of the now torn-down La Saulaie restaurant. It was THE place to dine, dressed in one’s finery, to nosh on the fanciest of meals with the best of wines. It is now part of the park annexed to La Freyère.
I cross the double bridge (sorry, I cannot help but photograph it from all angles!), cut through the park and cross the boulevard, towards the Stephen-Langevin Arboretum. Maybe I will be lucky and capture some birds. However, not thirty feet in, I am surprised by the presence of a few deer. I know many cross the river from the islands right across from the park, but I had never been so lucky before.
Content with what I have seen, I decide to walk along, where there are less people and I can feel one with my surroundings.
It is officially spring, according to the calendar, but here in the woods, you would not know it. Snow covers the paths, a (mostly) firm walkway created by the regular visitors of this park, but if you step off said path, can easily sink past your ankles. It’s deeper in the non-trampled parts.
The sun, like fool’s gold, shines brightly and blinds me, but offers no substance. Not much, anyway. Standing perfectly still, protected by the woods, face upturned, there is a soupçon of heat. I am amazed how powerful that limited heat is and how much snow it can melt despite the freezing temperatures.
I walk on, enjoying the silence that is broken by the honking of returning geese. They pass overhead in twos or larger groups, raising a ruckus, announcing their presence. “We’re back! We’re back!” So many people hate them because of the mess they leave on lawns, in parks, etc. but I just cannot. They are beautiful, albeit often nasty, creatures. I look forward to seeing them with their babies, all fuzzy and adorable. But that is not yet.
For now, I am in the moment, eyes looking up, in hopes of finding an owl or falcon, though it seems not my destiny to find them without someone else pointing them out! So matter. I trudge on, admiring the play of light on the maple seeds and the criss-crossing of branches of trees I cannot name, notice the colours of the various grasses, mixed in with the red dogwood (I think?).
Past an open field, I approach more woods and what looks like a secret passage. It’s magical – to be perceived as your imagination sees fit, of course. Depending on the light, it could appear more sinister…
Exiting my hidden path, I walk along the sparkly creek, that brings me to the edge of the woods.
And this beautiful view
I chose to return along the outside path which winds its way through the trees, so that will have looped the whole arboretum. And let me tell you, it is a chilly one. The field is to my right and I can feel the wind stinging my face as I walk back. I try to pick up the pace but as you can see, the path is rather narrow. Must be careful!
I crossed back over the boulevard and into the La Freyère park so I can take a short walk to the St. Lawrence. It is beautiful in every season and with some snow and sun? I’m sure to get a few more pics. (Hopefully you’re not bored yet!)
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- Rivière aux Pins, where it joins the St. Lawrence
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- Geese are back
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- The most photographed trees in Boucherville
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- Pilons for Crispina
One last one of the bridges, but from the other side…
I’ve now kept you long enough and thank you for sticking till the end. Hopefully, the next time I share this park, there will be no snow and things will be a-blooming!
A Dalectable Life 