A Walk In The Park
- emkaytee56
- Oct 22, 2021
- 3 min read
The day the T’s went walking was a day set aside for reconciliation by the Prime Minister. The T’s stepped outside and decided where to go on this sunny day.
“Well” said Mrs T. “Lets walk the Trillium Park Trail. We haven’t been there for a while, besides it’s a weekday and no crowds”. It’s stone’s throw from the city. Trillium Park is an accessible delight for anyone whether it’s walking, cycling, biking, the bird life, fauna or simply sitting on a park bench watching the world go by”. She did a little jig and pirouette at the thought.Mt T. sighed and rolled his eyes.
They parked the car close to Desmond Tutu street in the shade of red maples lining the laneway called Remembrance Drive. It was a short walk through Coronation Park, dedicated to King George VI, that extendied alongside the lake to reach the Trillium Trail. It took sometime for the T’s to cross the paved path leading to the lakes edge.
“Mr T. come look here” beckoned Mrs T. pointing to a square plaque embedded in the paved path, ”See, it says ‘Tree 117, First Machine Gunners Corp’. Look there are more of them all along the way”.
Reading the information boards they learned that the plaques were dedicated to men and women who fought in the WW 1. The park has trees planted for each regiment of the Canadian Expeditionary Forces in the World War and one for the King called the “Royal Oak”.
There were fewer hikers, bikers and runners out to enjoying the opportunity to have a jolly good time so Mr T. could follow Mrs T. accident free to the tract of landfill nestled between the city of Toronto and Exhibition Place officially called the Trillium-Park and William G Davis Trail
“Did ya see the giant Inuit inukshuk Mr T. Took s photo I did” she exclaimed in her excitement.
On entering the park they took the high part of the loop trail. Under the influence of Coronation Park Mr T. imagined that the flora took on a spiffy appearance as if on parade, awaiting inspection by some dignitaries. Mr T silently saluted them. Name tags in three languages identified each upstanding plant. No one could fault him on his impersonation of a Major infecting his troop. AS they passed the last spruce Mr T. called out, “At Ease”.
“What was that Mr T. ?” But she was distracted as they had reached the highest part of the loop trail from where they could see a 180 degrees with the City on the left, Lake Ontario in front and the industrial Hamilton to the right.
The T’s carried on down the slope seeing a heron, ducks and then the calm lake. On their way back a bench gave them a view of Toronto Island, it’s airport and Porter planes gaining altitude over the lake. A boat or two slowly passed by towards the harbour. They lingered in the moment until it was time to go. A few last photos of indigenous stones left them satisfied but…
…Where on earth was the Prime Minister? He wasn’t present at any Reconciliation Day ceremonies but had chosen to visit Tofino on Vancouver Island instead.
“Really! A bad move I tell you Mrs T. He won’t live that down. Damn! Now where ya put the fly swatter honey? I’m gonna git the darn intruder”.
“You be careful now Mr T otherwise there be a plaque on a bench beside a red maple tree just for you.
Over lunch they looked at the official website for the Trillium Trail.
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