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Writing under a Montreal sky

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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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  • The neighbors

    The neighbors behind my daughter’s place have a couple of sheep and some chickens. In the summer there is one rooster who crows day and night until his voice is completely hoarse. It is desperate sounding. Is it because it’s winter that we don’t hear a peep, a cry, a crow, a croak out of…

  • Then and now

    Our Pacific Maple in summer. We named her Betty, after my mother. Beautiful and beloved. Reassuring, constant, welcoming as she stands near the gate. Vulnerable, still statuesque but showing her years. Long may she reign! You’ll get through this, Betty….or not

  • Cosy November afternoons

    and I don’t care! It’s cold outside. Ice is fast overtaking the few spots of open water in the park. I’ve just come in from my walk. Went back to my old training spot where I have laboured up the toboggan hill and stomped around the track many times. I found the hill dug up…

  • It’s come to this…

    On the Angrignon Park pond and a few bewildered seagulls trying to figure out why they have to walk on water. All the geese are gone. Although I missed their skeins of calling birds flying overhead, there were three very confused individuals strutting in circles and honking the other day. Now even they are gone.…

  • It is Winter

    First to be fed When these darlings show up it means it’s winter. My problem with chickadees is that they refuse to eat together. There’s plenty for all, guys! But no, they insist on fighting and chasing each other off. They made such a racket that a damned squirrel got curious and started to approach.…

  • Last day?

    The sky was ominous with low clouds that sprinkled the almost empty parking lot of the shopping centre. By the time I had picked up a few things for the grandkids who would be coming over, a strong wind had blown away the clouds and the rest of the day was beautiful. I wondered if…

  • Suspended

    This beautiful leaf attracted my attention as I went for my walk the other day.Plenty of leaves were drifting down even though the day was very still. This one was not falling. I stopped in surprise. It spun slowly this way and that in front of my eyes. the fate of every autumn leaf. It…

  • Autumn Surprises

    The ducks and geese in my own urban park never get together but this white duck seemed perfectly happy swimming about in the midst of a flock of Canada Geese. I’ve never seen a white duck here before. And what is this?

  • Autumn in the Neighborhood

    Autumn is such a puzzle. It’s so beautiful and the temperature is just right but we know it doesn’t have a future. It’s perfect for the “ live the day” set. I wonder what he’s waiting for and where he will go when all the other birds leave. The Canada geese are still hanging around…

  • Red sky in the morning

    Sailor’s warning they used to say! What was the red sky warning me of this morning? Maybe that I’ve missed too many dawn skies. Maybe that just gazing quietly at this beauty is more important than reading the headlines on my phone. Maybe that instead of me attending a friend’s funeral, one of these red-sky…