From 1992...
At the edge of the swamp at the northwestern edge of Watershed Farm. Keith and I were on a walk with Clay the black Labrador in the fall of 1992. It was a misty and damp day and the scene caught my eye. We don't own forty acres so the best I can do is fifteen... Actually it was twenty-five acres but no one is counting. We would call this land home in the following year.
This was remarkably wild land for being so close to Toronto. We planted thousands of trees in an effort to give nature a refuge from the looming encroachments of the city to the south, west and east.
At the edge of the swamp at the northwestern edge of Watershed Farm. Keith and I were on a walk with Clay the black Labrador in the fall of 1992. It was a misty and damp day and the scene caught my eye. We don't own forty acres so the best I can do is fifteen... Actually it was twenty-five acres but no one is counting. We would call this land home in the following year.
This was remarkably wild land for being so close to Toronto. We planted thousands of trees in an effort to give nature a refuge from the looming encroachments of the city to the south, west and east.
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