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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.

Category: Muskoka

  • How do I love my Country

    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…

  • Nature’s plan

    Black flies, horse flies, deer flies and mosquitoes To them I am a tasty treat, like Cheetos or Doritos. I rub my skin with Insect Off and spray with DDT But still the pesky insects love to make a meal of me. My blood type’s O – I must admit. A magnet draws them near…

  • Parking Spot

    Think you have parking problems? This ” Mr. Cool” had it all figured out. Just pulled into the  Canadian Tire parking lot in Parry Sound and found a two-vehicle slot! Sorted! The charming pilot/driver told us his plane only weight 200 pounds. Was he joshing us? Certainly his car had no problem pulling it. Just…

  • Sad sight, scary sight

    Joe and I have been following the progress of a pair of Eastern Bluebirds. For the second time a pair made a nest in a box he made from old junk salvaged from the dump. We gathered from the internet, universal source of all wisdom, that these birds can live up to ten years and…

  • Elections in the Country

    Wandering beside the silty creek I noticed a curious frog who approached the bank to stare up at me with a fixed gaze. I sat down on a broad smooth rock. He swam even closer. “Are you a prince?”I whispered whimsically He immediately croaked and jumped into the deeper water with a splash. He had…

  • From a few seeds

    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,…

  • How do I love my Country

    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…

  • Sky mirror

      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.

  • Woody posing

    There he is!  I tried to post this yesterday but as often happens WordPress drove me crazy with uploading photos.  He is a darling though, isn’t he. ( look down….on the side of the dark tree trunk…got it?)

  • Woody Woodpecker

      Ladies and gentlemen… here he is, fresh from Hollywood, just as raucous, cheeky and impudent as ever… your favorite and mine, Woody Woodpecker! It is very hot and sunny in Muskoka.  Confused birch trees are gently dropping their small brown leaves in the still air. Not a breath of wind disturbs the bees as they…