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Writing under a Montreal sky
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Some cities strike me as being a good fit for human beings. Cordoba is one of these. It is easy and pleasant to walk about the old city, for so long the capital of Spain. It’s famous “patios” or courtyards constantly surprise with tempting glimpses into the colourful flower-filled lives of residents. How wonderful it…
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Everyone is complaining about how cold and cloudy it is this winter here. We are not. It is wonderful walking weather. Not too hot or dazzlingly sunny. Yesterday we went to the famous Playa de los Muertos…beach of the dead! It is a wonderful long stretch of tiny pebble beach well protected from the ravages…
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The long bitterly cold period that lasted over the holidays has finally broken. In a day or so we will go back to the usual grumbling about shovelling the steps and dark days. We will forget the anxiety over the possibility of frozen pipes that had our taps trickling and our kitchen cupboard doors…
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Snow, fir trees, Santa Clause, all these and other wintery things are what we usually think of as Christmas traditions. Music played or sung at this time of year is often carols or jolly ditties. How much earlier in the year can these be played at the mall, I wonder. So, it was a surprising and…
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For the whole month of November I’ve been dong the Novel in November thing Ever heard of this? Neither had I until last year when I was too lazy and unmotivated to produce the 1500 to 2000 words per day to give me some sort of mish mash that is to be edited into, ta…
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In a town parking lot a stern birch tree supervises shoppers.
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Now summer is really over. It turns out fall is somehow better than summer – sunny, warm, and sometimes the wonderful fall wind springs up. Beautiful leaves are tugged off the trees. The grass is a magical green because of all the rain we had. The garden was mixed. Kale a great success, potatoes not bad,…
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Broad and generous when she changes from thick dense greenery to brilliant hues of crimson, of pink of unlikely yellow and brown. when her sunsets make me raise my head from the sink where I wash dishes or chop vegetables. The sound of leaves scudding along the country road or the cry of wild geese…
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This wonderful white gladiolus flower appeared suddenly this month. I had planted bulbs at the end of each vegetable row and they all came up, red-orange and beautiful. Then when all were completely finished blooming, this white one appeared. A mystery which seemed to be reflected in yesterday’s sky.
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Sometimes I feel that beauty has gone out of fashion. All around us beauty sits waiting to be discovered, to be noticed, to be appreciated. We are busy getting annoyed at some political wrangle, getting frightened over threats beyond our control, getting apathetic because we are overwhelmed. Beauty sits waiting for a glance and…
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