This Sunday I'll be leading an
Urban Nature Walk up Mission Hill. This is a very meaningful event for me, because Mission Hill is the first neighborhood I lived in when I moved to Boston 20 years ago. It's where I became an urban person, and where I first developed an appreciation of urban nature. It was on Mission Hill that I had encounters with
leopard slugs and
Ailanthus trees that led me to make
The Urban Pantheist zine, which eventually became this journal.
Behind the cut is a timeline of the history of Mission Hill, from European settlement to the 20th century. I like how the timeline dovetails with the
one I wrote for the Stony Brook Reservation walk. I wish I knew a little more about what happened there before 1630 (how did the Natives use the hill?) and in prehistory (how did the hill come to be? most sources call it a drumlin, but it's a solid rock hill).
( here's the timeline )By the way, my icon is a picture taken from Mission Hill with the skyline behind me.
It's good to be researching and planning a walk again. Life intrudes too much on my life.
On this day in 365 Urban Species:
Beggarticks. (Don't worry, it's a plant--probably one you recognize, too.)
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audacian which is very comfortable, and I joke that it makes me look like a shroom dealer; My dad is wearing a Fred Eaglesmith trucker cap; Alexis has freshly cleaned teeth, including her broken one, which the dentist said was fine as long as it didn't bother her; We have just left Flann O'Briens where Alexis and I had jalapeño cheeseburgers and my dad had Guinness beef stew. It was pretty cold, but the predictions for snow had changed and we still hadn't had any this year. This was probably the last time my dad would visit us in Brookline, since we will move at the end of the year.
