Author: isobel cunningham
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Today I attended the baptism of the granddaughter of a friend of mine. It took place in st. Gabriel’s Roman Catholic in Point st. Charles. I had been to that church a couple of times for funerals. Many nurses in st. Mary’s Hospital where I worked grew up in ” the Point”and as…
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Well I have been to my first competition in Irish Dancing for children and young people. What an interesting scene! Many =, many people – I would say up to one thousand parents and children were all gathered together in a huge gymnasium of a local college to compete in Irish dancing. There were…
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Since I started this blog I have had a few kind comments that it is rather lyrical, soothing, calming. . . . .you get the tone. I do lead a rather unexciting life. Well, some of the exciting things are not posted here due to my consummate discretion. One has to consider other people’s…
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Little raindrops pricking my face like tiny ice pics. Walking in the parking lot preparing for a wet evening. The groceries are bought and a dear friend will come and fill the evening fill it like an earthenware jug full of good clean water. Rain can cleanse or drench and ruin, blossoms torn…
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It was quite hot today. OK, OK, I’m not complaining. I was out and about a bit – under that warm Montreal sky and I saw a couple of interesting sculptures. SInce even as I write, “that” game is taking place I thought the first picture was a nice one to post, That rather…
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Christmas card cliche – I never liked the predatory beak, the fierce air But for the first spring I have cardinals around me. Perched in a tree just outside my garden, they search for cover. Leaf growth late this year, the pair flits back and forth. I love robin song Clear, fluting, a…
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Spring in Montreal is a breech birth we can feel it coming We can feel the earth groaning, absorbing the ice and snow of months of frigid darkness. The sun, its warmth no longer faint, fickle, theoretical coaxes, wheedles the first snowdrops, crocuses. These are never picked. Now come the shoots of daffodils…
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This beautiful tree is two blocks from my home. My own tulips are finally out and tomorrow is time for a full onslaught on my back yard. It is blessedly quiet in my neighbourhood except for the sound of birdsong. This evening the sky was a lovely color and the moon…
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I’ve done 40 entries in this blog. Shall I go on? I certainly have plenty of other writing to do but something makes me like to do this too. I really wanted to do this every day without missing even once. Maybe this is a sign that I could write a bit every…
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I belong to a book club. We’ve only read two books and now, reading the third, I am struck by how hard it is to write a good book. I really like the book we chose – by accident really – and I can hardly stop reading it to write this. I am sure…
