the farm in june
We went to the Riverdale Farm in early June, on one of the hottest days of the spring. We’d been meaning to go sooner, but for some reason, didn’t. One GO bus, one subway ride, one streetcar ride and one bus ride, we were almost there. We walked a few blocks to the farm, passing the gorgeous hundred-year-old houses which I so wanted to live in. I was excited to be at the farm (real live animals in the city!) but we had to stop at the benches outside it for Raspberry to have a snack so as to avert a potential low glucose-induced meltdown. There were all these nannies with tiny kids in the park surrounding the farm, perhaps a testament to the socioeconomics of the area. I remember thinking how lucky these kids were to have a farm right in their neighbourhood (okay, so I have an aviary in mine, but that hardly compares).
Raspberry thoroughly enjoyed the chickens in the coop, so much so that we had to go back to see them twice. Goats, cows, horses, sheep and pigs be damned. We couldn’t convince her that any of those animals were worth more than a glance. Lucas really liked the bleating sheep, evidenced by his amusing impersonation (the child was hardly moved). There was one particularly curious sheep that stuck its snout through the gate to sniff my camera. Despite the fact the farm was small, I think a good time was had by all. We had lunch outside on a bench, where we watched the garbage trucks making their rounds and I was a little creeped out by the cemetery across the street. With loads of time left in our day, we headed to the Wellesley Park, where nary a soul was to be seen because it was just scorching. Being great parents, we sent our offspring to dabble around in the sand while we sat on a bench beneath a tree. Needless to say, the dabbling didn’t last long (and really, would could blame her? She came back with red cheeks, that’s how hot it was). A pee break for Raspberry in the mosquito-infested shade ended with her changing her clothes (thank goodness we had the good sense to pack an extra dress) and us saying bye to the area, with a promise to return soon enough.
Trying to make the best of a day in Toronto, we took the bus and then a streetcar down Dundas to Eaton Centre (yay air-conditioning!), where Lucas acquired a pair of khaki shorts and Raspberry had a tea party in a giant teacup. It was a good day. We didn’t make it back to the farm again in the summer or fall, like I’d hoped to, but most likely come spring, we’ll go back and see if Raspberry will be more open to the other animals.Advertisements