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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.

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  • Now it can be told

    Don’t worry! This is not going to be what my charming and dear friend, Marc calls an “ organ recital”. Those of us of a certain age will recognize this conversational pattern as an exchange of symptoms, treatments, prognoses, gossip about friends and acquaintances in our age group. This post is just to make some…

  • And this

    No, they are not cute! They are rats with attitude who love to climb up to my second floor balcony and dig up my flower pots or window boxes. In spite of liberal sprinklings with cinnamon and coffee grounds they still sneak around. I don’t want to come out for a quiet cup of coffee…

  • Yes, lots to see

    and ladies are walking around the park dressed like this. Some are attempting it in high heels – sometimes abandoned and carried as accessories. I wished this beautiful woman “ Eid Mubarak”and was rewarded with permission to photograph her and to use the photo in my blog. I did not want to intrude on the…

  • A correction

    After some reflection and a bit of googling I am sure that black water bird I saw yesterday in Angrignon Park is a cormorant. Fits with my image of loons in pristine northern lakes!

  • So, it really is here…

    These little darlings certainly weren’t in the Park on Friday. on one side, anyway The tree above? Haven’t the faintest idea. These pictures are from a trip to the Botanical Gardens yesterday A close look makes me think of Alice in Wonderland. Rabbit ears and heel pompoms and the young lady in red has playing…

  • My Savior

    Honestly, this Park is saving my sanity these days. As some of you know I am waiting for a date for a surgery that has put my life on hold since the end of January. It is supposed to happen by the end of this month. All my tests were finished on Monday and it…

  • Perspective

    Waiting for this number to come up. After exactly three months something might be done about à diagnosis of a “ mass” in my abdomen. No, this will not be what a witty friend of mine calls an”organ recital” but even writers have bodies, those miraculous, mysterious organisms about which we lucky ones usually don’t…

  • At Last

    I always put my hands on this willow and thank it and another one close by. À poem I wrote about them long ago got published and I thank them for that. Today I thanked them for showing me spring at last The birds were singing away – except for these two ducks who were…

  • The window cleaners

    Came today. They came late which meant I had to stay in on a sunny, relatively warm day. They were characters, the two who did the actual physical work were wiry chaps who wasted no time in removing a winter’s grime from screens and panes. The supervisor was a chubbier type who took a great…

  • Can I finally stop complaining?

    He’s the guy I have to thank I guess for a beautiful opportunity to see spring birds. Not many, mind but the wonderful thing was it was finally…..warm! I brought bird seeds and timid chickadees took their time coming to my hand. The big thrill was this guy though. I know it’s not a great…