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I’m worried about plants…

Kind of. October 21st and here in Québec, the weather is still incredibly comfortable. We’re still getting temperature around 20 degrees Celsius. Meaning that flowers of all sorts are still blooming and tree leaves are very hesitant to fall. When I was a child, I remember having to wear my snowsuit under my disguise to…… Continue reading I’m worried about plants…

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One Autumn Leaf Falling – Notthedane56

  One instant I walked along the Autumn Streets dreaming of someone, I once knew the leaves falling my heart breaking I chanced upon a turn in the road around the corner, out of sight I wondered, should I, dare I let this Autumn Road take me? Let me turn when it turns and stop…… Continue reading One Autumn Leaf Falling – Notthedane56

After Eight Moment · Blogging · Montreal · nature · Thoughts

After Eight Moments…

Love the trees until their leaves fall off… Then encourage them to try again next year!                                                            Chad Sugg

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If you came to Montréal… (7)

Days are getting shorter and shorter in Montréal… And it is going to continue that way until around December 21st, time when things will turn. So If you came to Montréal at this time of year, we’d most probably go take some walks after sunset. With that in mind, I decided to take some Autumn…… Continue reading If you came to Montréal… (7)

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Definately Autumn…

  Gone summer… For two days now, Autumn has settled in Montréal. The trees had dressed in different shades of yellows, oranges and reds a while ago, but it didn’t really count yet, since it was still very warm all day, and the sun was almost always out there shining high and bright. Gone the…… Continue reading Definately Autumn…

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Autumn’s avowals…

  I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…