2646 ROUND LAKE ROAD - SOLD
The Essentials
Almost 74 acres of really beautiful land twenty minutes north of Kingston, a textured quilt of fields and forest and wetland, with a drilled well and nearly endless building sites.
The Bigger Picture
There are four large and pretty and accessible fields at the heart of this glorious parcel just north of the city. And I suppose if your intention is to farm this land, it’s these 25 or so prepped acres that might interest you the most. At least to get you going. Before you take full stock. The fields are flat and free of equipment-busting rocks, as far as I can tell. All the erratics have been raked long ago into the shaded wren-rich hedgerows and stacked high at the corners. The hard-on-your-back labour required to create such pretty pastures is writ large in the margins.
If you have your heart set on goats, or pigs, or sheep, some hardy thick-gummed grazers, you’ll be looking at the land closer to the road, I bet, although I think you might also build your dream home in that section because the drilled well is there, and a trench was dug from it to the exposed bedrock sheets. Something slab on grade makes sense. Something low-slung and rangey, or else tall and skinny like a forest-fire lookout tower. You’ll come out the door in the morning with the kids in their thrift-store plaid and you’ll hunt fossils with them across the limestone flats, each of you with a little lemon-handled hammer made custom for such outings.
If hunting is your thing, ducks especially, you’ll head for the wetlands at the back, won’t you? I saw owls down there, and a fox calm as you like making off with the lunch I left behind me at the top. You’ll wander down the long, easy slope between the mature maple trees, some of which are already tapped and ready for your inevitable maple syrup operation. And if it’s deer you want, you’ll find them all over, gathered abundantly, like shoppers outside a BestBuy on Boxing Day, and also loitering in the thick deciduous ribbons that wind between the fields. Hawks and raptors soar so regularly overhead, so deliberately, you’d think they’d been hired, like bouncers at some neon-green nightclub.
I could see you selling tickets to visit this place. I’ve said that before about pretty properties, but in this case I’m absolutely serious. You establish a pumpkin patch, and a corn maze. You have hay rides and fresh pancakes. You set up nature trails and collect the hazelnuts for some madly industrious day when you make your own version of Nutella.
I could certainly live here. I’d be thrilled. And I assume the buyers will feel the same way. You can work the land but also appreciate it aesthetically. You’ll want an easel and a linen smock, some good watercolour paints and one of those thingamajigs you wrap around your hand and drop dollops of cyan and emerald onto. A palette. There you go. I knew it would come to me eventually. You get yourself one of those and you’ll be a local celebrity. A bit eccentric, maybe, if you’re outfitted like that at The Creek patio late on a Friday afternoon, but who cares, really, what other people think?
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