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?
Thank you so much for reading, Myrna, and for this beautiful response, AND for catching the spelling of John Vaillant's name. What becomes of the tree-hugger indeed... Hope you're getting lots of blue sky and sun over there.
Lovely , Laurie: "the big cage of atmosphere... of grief."
Thank you so much for reading, Penn.
High time to be listening to the trees... they have so much to tell us, as you write, Laurie...
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?
Thank you so much for reading, Myrna, and for this beautiful response, AND for catching the spelling of John Vaillant's name. What becomes of the tree-hugger indeed... Hope you're getting lots of blue sky and sun over there.