Showing posts with label riverdale farm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label riverdale farm. Show all posts
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Riverdale Farm: Foliage
The last post of pictures from last fall. I'll pay a visit again this spring to get more.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Riverdale Farm: Structures
On that happy fall visit to Riverdale Farm, I took a lot more pictures.
Riverdale Farm was once the Toronto Zoo, which is hard to imagine, as it's not a big place. Of course since then the Toronto Zoo has opened and it's a great, big place on the outskirts of the city. Riverdale Farm then came into being, an opportunity for city kids to see how a 19th-century farm might be run. It's a little haven in the city, and one of my favourite places to escape to.
I love the farm house, the sort of building I'd love to own, but in the country!
The gardens are full of fragrant herbs.
Approaching the main barn, where you'll find goats and sheep, when they're not outside.
One of the attractive, slopey enclosures where the sheep enjoy laying about, being woolly.
The smaller barn where the chickens hang out. If you're there at the right time, you can purchase some very free-range eggs, usually a small carton featuring eggs of very different sizes.
Two more buildings in the complex. Do you see why I treasure such a spot right in the city?
Riverdale Farm was once the Toronto Zoo, which is hard to imagine, as it's not a big place. Of course since then the Toronto Zoo has opened and it's a great, big place on the outskirts of the city. Riverdale Farm then came into being, an opportunity for city kids to see how a 19th-century farm might be run. It's a little haven in the city, and one of my favourite places to escape to.
I love the farm house, the sort of building I'd love to own, but in the country!
The gardens are full of fragrant herbs.
Approaching the main barn, where you'll find goats and sheep, when they're not outside.
One of the attractive, slopey enclosures where the sheep enjoy laying about, being woolly.
The smaller barn where the chickens hang out. If you're there at the right time, you can purchase some very free-range eggs, usually a small carton featuring eggs of very different sizes.
Two more buildings in the complex. Do you see why I treasure such a spot right in the city?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Chicken and Sage
During my visit to Riverdale Farm, on the last stunning fall day of 2010, I met a chicken in the sage. Yum.
It was lovely to see her pecking around. And look at her lovely, fluffy bottom!
Something caught her attention.
Probably her master`s voice. He was quite the handsome fellow.
It was lovely to see her pecking around. And look at her lovely, fluffy bottom!
Something caught her attention.
Probably her master`s voice. He was quite the handsome fellow.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Saying "Yes" to the Universe... and Black Cats
On October 12 I took a vacation day from work. It was the day after Canadian Thanksgiving and a glorious weekend for fall colours. Taking inspiration from my friend Barbara, I'm trying to say "yes" to more.
Taking off on my own, I went - armed with my camera - to Riverdale Farm (more on that in a later post), which is in the middle of Toronto's Cabbagetown district.
The colours were outstanding. The sky was never bluer.
Across from the farm is the St. James' Necropolis.
Taking off on my own, I went - armed with my camera - to Riverdale Farm (more on that in a later post), which is in the middle of Toronto's Cabbagetown district.
The colours were outstanding. The sky was never bluer.
Across from the farm is the St. James' Necropolis.
I stepped inside the crematorium chapel, which was quiet and dark, almost a relief from the blinding sunshine and reflective leaves all around me.
I sat for a while, thinking. I thought about the fading away of my faith and how it might be reborn in a different form. I pondered my reading on Buddhism and particularly on meaningful meditation. Each morning on waking, prompted by what I have read, I whisper to myself, "This might be the day I die. Today... is a good day to be alive."
I thought of how my mind is too full of ideas and the future and the past. And I conciously (almost out loud, but not quite) said to myself: "How I would love 10 minutes, just now, to be completely in the present."
At that very moment I heard a small miaow. And a little black face with big green eyes popped in from the side door of the chapel. A young black cat, more teenager than kitten, came running down the aisle, hopped onto my lap and, purring, climbed all over me. I was enchanted. As he settled onto my lap, purring and making puddings with his paws, I thought, "Hold it, I've just been practically accosted by a black cat in a crematorium." Well I'm not superstitious but I did say something out loud. "Well, cat, if this is my last moment, if I'm about to drop dead, you know... it's okay. This is pretty good."
... and headed out the front door of the chapel. This was my last picture of him.
I'd asked the universe for 10 minutes of being in the present, right in the moment. I got them. And I don't know what happened that day, if I became more open to the gifts of the universe , or just a happier person, or was visited by a very sweet spirit in the body of a young cat, I just know that life has been better since then than ever, however many hours, days or years I have left.
There will be more thoughts on this, I'm sure, in later posts.
I sat for a while, thinking. I thought about the fading away of my faith and how it might be reborn in a different form. I pondered my reading on Buddhism and particularly on meaningful meditation. Each morning on waking, prompted by what I have read, I whisper to myself, "This might be the day I die. Today... is a good day to be alive."
I thought of how my mind is too full of ideas and the future and the past. And I conciously (almost out loud, but not quite) said to myself: "How I would love 10 minutes, just now, to be completely in the present."
At that very moment I heard a small miaow. And a little black face with big green eyes popped in from the side door of the chapel. A young black cat, more teenager than kitten, came running down the aisle, hopped onto my lap and, purring, climbed all over me. I was enchanted. As he settled onto my lap, purring and making puddings with his paws, I thought, "Hold it, I've just been practically accosted by a black cat in a crematorium." Well I'm not superstitious but I did say something out loud. "Well, cat, if this is my last moment, if I'm about to drop dead, you know... it's okay. This is pretty good."
He continued purring, and I continued petting him. As he'd been climbing over my shoulders and down into my lap I got a couple of blurry pictures of him.
And then he dropped off my lap and gave himself a bit of a wash before looking back at me...
And then he dropped off my lap and gave himself a bit of a wash before looking back at me...
... and headed out the front door of the chapel. This was my last picture of him.
I'd asked the universe for 10 minutes of being in the present, right in the moment. I got them. And I don't know what happened that day, if I became more open to the gifts of the universe , or just a happier person, or was visited by a very sweet spirit in the body of a young cat, I just know that life has been better since then than ever, however many hours, days or years I have left.
There will be more thoughts on this, I'm sure, in later posts.
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