A feature of the small front lawns in Toronto’s inner-western suburbs is how well they are presented. In this case I’m guessing the owner of the lawnmower gave up with the futility of the exercise.
I guess with less than half a year to grow anything outdoors, pride in appearance would be very therapeutic.
Colour is a feature, and seemingly the local fire hydrants are painted to blend in. These gardens are also tendered by countless squirrels, busy going about their pre-winter routine.
Our first day on the pavement, and we’re off to the Roncesvalles Polish Festival in the inner-western suburbs.
Roncesvalles St was closed for the two-day event, and filled with make-shift vodka bars, entertainers, food, oversized people and the usual carnival blow-ins.
When in Rome, right? I simply had to sample the fresh pickles.
