There are days where nature is most gracious in sharing her colours. Monday was one of those days. Strange, really, as the sun was not shining and the skies were mostly grey. Or maybe it was just me. Searching for and finding colour to brighten the day.
Though my full-time days at the golf course came to an end October 30th, I feel I’ve been running around doing stuff yet getting nothing done. Back and forth to hospitals for Yvon, my mother’s spouse; notary, financial adviser and bank to finally settle my mandatary duties for my mother-in-law (still not completely done, but close); readying the house for visits – all for naught – bloody thing is still not sold and that mandate is up in three days. Next!! Time to take the time for these walks of mine.
On Monday, Zeke and I decided to go for one of our long walks. He kills me. I cannot say the word “walk” without him getting excited. He sees me pick up my camera bag and he loses it. Before doing any of that, all I said was: “Do you wanna?” and this is the look I got:
Then I picked up my camera bag…
We decided to go way over to the other side. The weather was pretty decent. I didn’t need my snowpants nor my big mitts so happy days!
Crossing the pedestrian shortcut we came face to face with this fella. You can tell there are snow enthusiasts who will do what they can to create their own Frosty!
We got to my favourite willow tree in de Normandie Park. I know, I know. I take its picture every single time I see it. Can’t help it as I’m a tad obsessed.
Ya gotta admit it’s pretty spectacular, eh? And look how colour-coordinated Zeke is!
We moved on towards the Parc des Coutances and I was struck by these trees. One marescent- not planning on losing any leaves this winter, one, that didn’t finish shedding theirs before the snows came and then the two different conifers. Colours and textures.
“Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.”
We moved on towards what I once called my dog park because way back before we lost Mick, I used to get up much earlier and would end up meeting up with the ladies and their dogs around 8:30 am. Those days are gone! Maybe I’ll get back into an early to bed, early to rise rhythm one day. Just not yet. Was amused to see the two seasons mixed together. A carpet of leaves on a rug of snow. Or is it the other way around?
On we went towards the Parc de Provence, leading to our secret (hey, I’ll call it secret if I want to!) woodland path. Upon entering the path, I was struck by the white branches against the blue wall. How strange! I have been down this path many times and never did I see a pure white branch like these.
We kept walking towards the centre of the pathway and I, again, saw a series of colours. One grouping after another
Cutting through, we returned to the Park des Provences from another entrance and there, again… an unexpected duo of colours
Back to Parc des Coutances and this time it was a pop of yellow that caught my eye.
The anemic sun that was, was slowly disappearing and I could feel a chill so we picked up the pace towards home.
“One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.”
Before getting making it to Parc Marguerite-A.-Tellier and that much closer to home, the skies darkened.
No wonder I felt so cold suddenly.
Just before crossing the boulevard towards home, this pop of red shouted at me. Another caught by the snow before it could lose it’s petals!
Zeke was quiet for the rest of the evening. The boy was spent. Maybe the walk was too long? I’ll have to ease him in more gently. The boy is now 9 and probably felt like I do when I overdo it!
Have a fabulous weekend!