isobelmtl

Writing under a Montreal sky

Author: isobel cunningham

  • I was glad I had taken a rather delicate pair of potted plants in last night as the temperature fell to 4 degrees. No frangipani can be happy in that zone! Some trees leap right into the blaze of red that we Canadians are so proud of. I’ve been busy in the museum lately preparing…

  • Decades ago my Dad brought us here. This is the lake in the crater of a long- ago volcano on Mont St Hilaire. It lies beyond the Richelieu River to the South-East of Montreal. With a new job as supervisor of all the buildings and grounds of McGill University, this and many acres of surrounding…

  • I’ve always loved writing my blog but now, with a book publishing deal signed ( yes, you read right) I figured it was time to learn how to manipulate my own website. A very patient young man at a city library led three people “of a certain age” through some of the mysteries of this…

  • I’m in the dark about creating a website but…I’m learning – so they tell me! My long-suffering readers will have to put up with a few experiments until it’s done. Bear with me.

  • All around Vancouver Island are smaller islands. I. Never think about them much when I am at home in Montreal . They are beautiful and a joy to visit. You get there by various ferries and navigating the schedules and connections can be tricky. live out here and it is wonderful to drive on narrow…

  • And that’s how you know fall is coming. Sure it was hot on my long walk today on the driftwood beach. But the signs are there. It’s light a little later in the morning. The Sturgeon moon has come and gone. Fall is coming.

  • Yesterday my daughter and I went for a walk in Strathcona National Park up on Mount Washington. She has been dealing with a couple of health problems lately so I was happy to hear her suggest this outing. This sign at the trailhead was not very encouraging. I have a bit of a phobia of…

  • Dad names a baby

    Where did your name come from? Couldn’t resist this prompt. I am a “ boomer”, born after my Dad came home from the Second World War. My parents already had a seven year old boy, my brother Andrew. They were happy to welcome a girl into the family. My Dad was of Irish descent and…

  • And far off the mainland An old friend, a weathered stump All about texture today And off to the coffee shop at the corner!

  • This evening we went for a walk on the beach. This beach is quite close to my daughter’ s home. I often walk here but tonight after watering the lot, we hopped in the car and went for a quick paddle. It had been quite windy and so the waves were a bit high. but…