Nestled in directly beside the Don Valley Parkway north of the Bloor Viaduct is this oasis of history, forest and wetlands.
The recent snowfall enhanced everything.
Some botany:
NATURE POETRY
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow. – Robert Frost
Miles Hearn