Yesterday, Chris and I took advantage of the beautiful weather and visited Riverdale Farm downtown. Some obligatory photos (don't be alarmed by the sheer attractiveness of the creature petting the Jersey cow—it's a natural reaction, but you'll recover):



It's pretty nice, although a little startling in that it has the cleanest barn in all of Ontario. That thing is sterile. It's a little bit unnerving to a country girl like me. I did hear some kids exclaiming that the cows were stepping in poo, isn't that gross and unnatural! City kids, pfft. ;) Before I lived in Toronto, I never realised that there were all these pretty spots in the downtown core. Toronto is secretly home to a lot of nature, which I appreciate.

Beside the farm is a large Necropolis/Cemetery, and there's this little chapel thing in it:


It's pretty, and we figure the people with their names engraved in there must have been stinking rich, so ... yeah. The cemetery is big and pretty and has lots of neat trees and has the remains of William Lyon Mackenzie (WLM King's grandfather). Lots of fathers of Confederation and "revolutionaries," and a bunch of other dead white people.

Dune (the previously unnamed kitten) has a pretty bad cold, so we brought him into the vet and consequently missed the fireworks. He's worth it though, check it out (and please note the "Kitten: It's What's For Dinner!" pose):


Also, tonight was a startlingly cool sunset. This was the view from my apartment: