Yesterday I went for a walk with some friends, out east towards the Don. We found we had to stop in the Riverdale Farm to find a public washroom, so we had a look at the animals and remembered the days when we would take our kids there on a regular basis.
Riverdale Farm is where I started out the afternoon of the big power failure in 2003! That was an adventure... walking 6.5 kilometres home with two little kids, picking up half-melted popsicles at every corner store, no power on my phone and Stephen at home wondering if we were stuck in the subway, perhaps on the viaduct.
Luckily no such misfortunes befell us this time!
I saw this ruined cart on the farm and took pictures of the arch-like shape of the wheels. I think, though, that we decided that an arch must really be somewhat structural, and not just a semicircular shape.
We continued our walk, but this part of town is full of one-time cheap Victorian workers' houses, all squares and straight lines, not an arch in sight.
Actual knitting content: I am making a table mat or runner or gigantic dishrag.
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