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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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  • And now for something completely different. . . . .

      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…

  • Rain washing the world

        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…

  • Montreal sculpture

      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…

  • Cardinals Nesting 2014 (for Vivian)

        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…

  • These days

        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…

  • Magnolias, at last

            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…

  • Well, what do you think?

        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…

  • reading and writing

      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…

  • Amazing what nine hours of sleep will do

        What a lovely day.  It is clear, sunny a little cool still but promising, promising.  This bird sat for a long long time at the top of the tree at the corner of my street.  I guess he was soaking up the warm rays of the sun but there were a few breezes…

  • Total exhaustion

        Is it it the Spring or something?  I can hardly keep my eyes open and truth to tell, I just leaped out of bed to do this post as for the first time I had totally forgotten about my blog.  Heresy!  Today was sunny and I worked quite a bit in my garden.…