isobelmtl
Writing under a Montreal sky
Category: Blogging 101
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Still winter in spite of the dazzling sunshine. Still winter in spite of the tiny purple buds sleeping on bare black branches. We have a long way to go before the snow piled on the picnic table melts, before the leaves unfurl from the buds, before the sun coaxes us out of our parkas and…
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Two of the pillars of civilization. Sure every profession and trade, every occupation , every job, deserves respect and dignity but those two…for me they are the underpinning of the modern world. I know how much “normal” life depends on them. Seldom do I post pictures of people, and certainly never without their permission but…
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It’s time. It’s time to ransack my house, to examine, to pick over, to handle and….to discard. I am moving and that means all the belongings I need in my new place will, in the not too distant future, be packed up by strangers and hauled just a few blocks away. The boxes and the…
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“Do we have to go?” “Yes, your Grandmother is expecting us. It’s Christmas Day, for heaven’s sake.” Carol was scrabbling in the glove bag to find a matching pair. “So boring! I want to be with my friends.” “You can be with your friends when Covid slows down. You’re staying in our bubble. And Granny’s…
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For how many hundreds of years did poor Irish survive on potatoes and milk, cheese or butter? That with cups of tea was the staple diet. Of course, the nice cup pictured here is more along the lines of ” lace curtain Irish” as my mother would have put it. A dear friend of…
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I really didn’t mean to grow potatoes. I had read that if you stuck a rose cutting into a potato and buried it, a rooted rose plant would result. It didn’t so I pulled out the dry stick and threw it away. I forgot about it. ((don’t mock me) Weeks later some beautiful plants sprouted…
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Bright yellow and pink in the city garden. Blazing sun and dazzling colors. After days of baking heat, at last welcome rain and these darker beauties. Clematis coddled and anticipated opens like a Japanese sunshade to reveal a purple that puts the pallid roses to shame. On cue, a mysterious visitor, his brown and iridescent…
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Catalpa trees in my neighborhood have burst into bloom. Each flower an orchid look-alike In intense heat the flowers fall, the brief bride-moment replaced by housewives sweeping up the glory and grumbling about confetti.
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It’s summer with all the luxurious roses and the brilliant buttercups that enchant a young photographer. Today’s image was made by my granddaughter who has suddenly developed an interest in photography. It is tremendously hot in Montreal and the good weather has been holding for days. I thoughtlessly planted a lovely rosebush on my mother’s…
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Magic bus driver in the Covid screening bus, you don’t take my ticket through the low slot of the plastic barrier that cuts the wattage of your brilliant smile. You take my medicare card, sanitized, in order. In return, you, the driver, give me a ticket. The three magic questions,” Do you have symptoms?,…
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