• The more I contemplate fall's changes, the more I grow appreciative of all the sources of autumnal wisdom and generosity that surround me. Light. Darkness. A balance. Letting go. The fleeting nature of all things...
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    The more I contemplate fall's changes, the more I grow appreciative of all the sources of autumnal wisdom and generosity that surround me. Light. Darkness. A balance. Letting go. The fleeting nature of all things...
  • Golden Season – Grace that is not fading with the passage of time... 🍂🍂 “No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face." The Autumnal John Donne
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    Golden Season – Grace that is not fading with the passage of time... 🍂🍂 “No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face." The Autumnal John Donne
  • Roasted pears are like autumn on a plate, aren’t they? Coated in honey, vanilla, and cinnamon, they are the ideal treat for these beautiful Fall days. And the glossy, golden brown, caramel color is the epitome of the ripe Earth itself.
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    Roasted pears are like autumn on a plate, aren’t they? Coated in honey, vanilla, and cinnamon, they are the ideal treat for these beautiful Fall days. And the glossy, golden brown, caramel color is the epitome of the ripe Earth itself.
  • I served myself a slice of exquisite, F R A G I L E beauty today...
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    I served myself a slice of exquisite, F R A G I L E beauty today...
  • Wandering around Old Quebec on a rainy day. The quiet empty streets reveal the charm of the city rather poetically. Walking with the raindrops, you can hear the place B R E A T H I N G. It seems as it has been reserved only for you because you have the feeling you are the only person around. You can stop to take delight in every single detail of the beautiful architecture. The amber warmth of the falling leaves adds to the splendor. And you want to embrace such little magic moments knowing that they are almost impossible to survive on those busy crowded days.
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    Wandering around Old Quebec on a rainy day. The quiet empty streets reveal the charm of the city rather poetically. Walking with the raindrops, you can hear the place B R E A T H I N G. It seems as it has been reserved only for you because you have the feeling you are the only person around. You can stop to take delight in every single detail of the beautiful architecture. The amber warmth of the falling leaves adds to the splendor. And you want to embrace such little magic moments knowing that they are almost impossible to survive on those busy crowded days.
  • a R A I N Y D A Y – perfect for a blanket, a steaming cup of tea, a book... and, perhaps, a sleeping, snoring dog at your feet. What are you reading these days, lovely people? Can you recommend a good book that you think is worth reading?
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    a R A I N Y D A Y – perfect for a blanket, a steaming cup of tea, a book... and, perhaps, a sleeping, snoring dog at your feet. What are you reading these days, lovely people? Can you recommend a good book that you think is worth reading?
  • Fields. The smell of the tall grass, new cut. As one expects of a lyric P O E T. We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. “Nostos," (homecoming) by Louise Glück, the recipient of the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature. She is such a worthy poet for this award.
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    Fields. The smell of the tall grass, new cut. As one expects of a lyric P O E T. We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. “Nostos," (homecoming) by Louise Glück, the recipient of the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature. She is such a worthy poet for this award.
  • Autumn tucks acorns in my pockets and puts a warm smile on my face – a smile that smells like B A K E D A P P L E S glazed with maple syrup. A smile that sounds like the melancholy melody of Greig’s Piano Concerto. A smile that shines like the October sun playing with the painted trees. A smile that calms my mind with memories of the old terracotta roof that every fall season becomes a dance floor for falling leaves and rolling apples... Every year, #Autumn writes the same reminder of everything we must not take for granted and that nothing lasts forever.
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    Autumn tucks acorns in my pockets and puts a warm smile on my face – a smile that smells like B A K E D A P P L E S glazed with maple syrup. A smile that sounds like the melancholy melody of Greig’s Piano Concerto. A smile that shines like the October sun playing with the painted trees. A smile that calms my mind with memories of the old terracotta roof that every fall season becomes a dance floor for falling leaves and rolling apples... Every year, #Autumn writes the same reminder of everything we must not take for granted and that nothing lasts forever.
  • Happy Thanksgiving Day! Although the year hasn't been easy, I have a whole lot to be thankful for and will use this opportunity to express my G R A T I T U D E to all of you for your support throughout these unsettled times. May the good things of life be yours in abundance. #happycanadianthanksgiving
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    Happy Thanksgiving Day! Although the year hasn't been easy, I have a whole lot to be thankful for and will use this opportunity to express my G R A T I T U D E to all of you for your support throughout these unsettled times. May the good things of life be yours in abundance. #happycanadianthanksgiving