isobelmtl

Writing under a Montreal sky

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Isobel Cunningham has published short fiction and poetry. Her book, Northern Compass is available on Amazon. She was born in Wales but Montreal is her adopted home. She speaks French, Modern Greek ( it’s a fun story) and a little Spanish…oh, English too, of course. She welcomes comments on her blog and looks forward to chatting with you over cyber-space.

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  • At Last

    This “dry spell” “green spell” has been very disturbing to me. January 7 is very late to see snowfall( I know, I know we had that huge dump early in December) but since then nothing. I also know it is very tedious to read … to write about weather. However, it is our life, our…

  • A few flakes to say goodbye

    Just as I was coming home from church today, a little snow squall blessed us with some snowflakes. The little wood just inside the park near my home was almost obscured as the large flakes hurried down. I was so glad to see them as we have had no snow for many weeks. None is…

  • Day Moon

    And there’s the moon! Pale but clearly visible as I get back to my Montreal walks. It will be full moon on Christmas Day, and that’s soon enough. For all our rushing around, the moon and the sun do what they will. The wind too which was mercifully still yesterday and so encouraged me into…

  • The Wild Christmas Tree

    There are few sunny days in winter on Vancouver Island. There are many deserted beaches framed by old and weathered logs that have fallen off barges or come loose from huge booms of logs being transported to the mainland. One such beach on the eastern side of the island , facing the mainland is made…

  • Lured outside by a few moments of sunshine

    Is it normal to long for snow that reflects light? This is the Pacific North West. As my daughter says, “It’s winter, Mum!” I’m not used to this sort of winter and it’s good that I’ve had a taste of it. I walked a very long way today partly because I stayed in for a…

  • Black is the Raven

  • The neighbors

    The neighbors behind my daughter’s place have a couple of sheep and some chickens. In the summer there is one rooster who crows day and night until his voice is completely hoarse. It is desperate sounding. Is it because it’s winter that we don’t hear a peep, a cry, a crow, a croak out of…

  • Then and now

    Our Pacific Maple in summer. We named her Betty, after my mother. Beautiful and beloved. Reassuring, constant, welcoming as she stands near the gate. Vulnerable, still statuesque but showing her years. Long may she reign! You’ll get through this, Betty….or not

  • Cosy November afternoons

    and I don’t care! It’s cold outside. Ice is fast overtaking the few spots of open water in the park. I’ve just come in from my walk. Went back to my old training spot where I have laboured up the toboggan hill and stomped around the track many times. I found the hill dug up…

  • It’s come to this…

    On the Angrignon Park pond and a few bewildered seagulls trying to figure out why they have to walk on water. All the geese are gone. Although I missed their skeins of calling birds flying overhead, there were three very confused individuals strutting in circles and honking the other day. Now even they are gone.…