A Cabbagetown Thanksgiving

A few years ago I featured a doors post from one of Toronto’s oldest neighbourhoods, Cabbagetown. In the 2016 post I talked a bit about the neighbourhood’s history which dates back to the mid-1800s. You can read about it here.

Coincidentally, that trip to Cabbagetown was the same time of year as my most recent excursion this past weekend.

This beauty was so distracting, it was easy to overlook the rundown gate next door to it which led to the address we were seeking.

I wasn’t expecting to be enchanted by a charming little home tucked away hidden behind a nondescript fence and a pair of rundown doors.

Uber drivers have been known to be uneasy letting off patrons at this sketchy-looking address, but the doors open to an enchanting garden and tree-lined walk to the small semi-detached home at the back of lot.

The garden path leading from the front gates. The house is behind me.

Our destination was the 1/2 portion of this address.

Our ‘adopted’ son, Trevor, had chosen to host Thanksgiving dinner this year, and we all descended on his new residence for food, drink, conversation, and frivolity.

Trevor is house-sitting while the home’s owner is out of the country for 2 years and his timing for hosting this year’s food-fest couldn’t have been better. I don’t get sick very often, but when I do, it usually kicks the stuffing out of me. I’ve been a coughing, wheezing, snotty mess for the past 3 weeks, and trying to pull off Thanksgiving dinner would have been just short of a miracle.

My regret is that in the fading afternoon light, I didn’t try to capture more of the unusual features of this property … from its beautiful French doors in the master bedroom with etched fleur-de-lis in the glass, to the stunning copper chandeliers, and the beer taps in the kitchen.

I blame diminished mental capacity on my part.

Even the resident cat, Max, had his own little outdoor hideaway tucked away in the garden.

Then all too soon it was time to go home.

I’m glad I had the presence of mind to take this photo when we first arrived. It would have been impossible in the dark when we left.

I’m still not 100% health-wise but I have my normal voice back, most of my energy has returned, and I can string together a number of sentences without coughing up a lung.

I’m grateful.

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