Although I've spent most of my life right here in Edmonton and know what to expect, I am still always disconsolate when the slender stems of the yellowed leaves finally lose their grip and descend to earth, I'm always offended by how long it takes for new green ones to appear (say 6 months October to May) and am rarely consoled, except when the sun is out an about and the sky is Alberta-blue and there's been a heavy snowfall. Outside my bedroom window there is a spruce tree (green!) on which the bundles of snow have found purchase. It's awfully pretty...so I revelled in your calendar of unburned trees out there in ON , held my breath along with the two crows as you memorized two words of a new language, "To want to know the name of something comes from a difficult place. " What becomes of a tree-hugger?
BTW John Vaillant spells his name as a French name but pronounces it Valliant. Maybe because he is originally an American?
Lovely , Laurie: "the big cage of atmosphere... of grief."
Although I've spent most of my life right here in Edmonton and know what to expect, I am still always disconsolate when the slender stems of the yellowed leaves finally lose their grip and descend to earth, I'm always offended by how long it takes for new green ones to appear (say 6 months October to May) and am rarely consoled, except when the sun is out an about and the sky is Alberta-blue and there's been a heavy snowfall. Outside my bedroom window there is a spruce tree (green!) on which the bundles of snow have found purchase. It's awfully pretty...so I revelled in your calendar of unburned trees out there in ON , held my breath along with the two crows as you memorized two words of a new language, "To want to know the name of something comes from a difficult place. " What becomes of a tree-hugger?
BTW John Vaillant spells his name as a French name but pronounces it Valliant. Maybe because he is originally an American?