High Park

We went to bed last Friday night without any weekend plans (which is unusual, because lately I've been notorious for jampacking our weekends with activities). But come Saturday morning, after I had finished work, we made a spur-of-the-moment decision to drive into Toronto for a Vans sample sale, where we met up with some friends, and by the afternoon we were hiking the trails of High Park, searching for geocaches along the way. It was unplanned, and unexpected, and as I look back through the photographs I took, I'm just in love with that day. Sure, the cherry blossoms weren't blooming yet (though they have started since over the past week), and the spring colours were just barely peeking through, but the sun was shining, and we were in the best of company in one of the most beautiful places in the city. And the words of Thoreau and Emerson and Atwood kept singing in my ears, of the power and beauty and nature.

“We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”

- Henry David Thoreau

"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."

- Margaret Atwood