I've been lucky enough to see fall in many parts of Canada, but my favourite is on Mont Royal in Montreal, where I used to walk as a McGill student, even roll in the piles of leaves—at least until October 1970 when my tumbling was interrupted by Canadian troops on a machine gun equipped jeep. Unbeknownst to me, I was just above the street where the British diplomat, James Cross, had been kidnapped, leading off what became known as the October Crisis.. We agreed I should move on, which I did—at least until the next year.
I enjoy your writing and singing, have "Notes from a Waitress." Take care.
I love fall...slowing down, noticing the colors, feeling a chill in the air. Fall where I am, brings big noisy geese practicing to fly south....still lovely in its own way🥰🍁🍂
Hello, talented “Belle Plaine”
Your writing intrigues me. It causes me to re-read passages to enjoy the effect of the words.
Keep writing
and singing
Sheila
You writing makes me smile! 😊
You have taken me back to the island of my birth. Although my memories have faded over the last half century they remain deep inside.
Thank you for bringing them forward again. 🍂🍁
I’m also happy the 🦟 will soon die off😆
I've been lucky enough to see fall in many parts of Canada, but my favourite is on Mont Royal in Montreal, where I used to walk as a McGill student, even roll in the piles of leaves—at least until October 1970 when my tumbling was interrupted by Canadian troops on a machine gun equipped jeep. Unbeknownst to me, I was just above the street where the British diplomat, James Cross, had been kidnapped, leading off what became known as the October Crisis.. We agreed I should move on, which I did—at least until the next year.
I enjoy your writing and singing, have "Notes from a Waitress." Take care.
I love fall...slowing down, noticing the colors, feeling a chill in the air. Fall where I am, brings big noisy geese practicing to fly south....still lovely in its own way🥰🍁🍂