"The glorious transmutation of autumn had come on: all the vast Canadian shores were clothed with a splendour never seen in France; to which all the pageants of all the kings were as a taper to the sun. Even the ragged cliff-side behind her kitchen door was beautiful; the wild cherry and sumach and the blackberry vines had turned crimson, and the birch and poplar saplings were yellow. Up by Blinker's cave there was a mountain ash, loaded with orange berries.
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Laurie
11/24/2014 09:58:07 pm
Oh, read Shadows on the Rock. It is beautifully written. Maybe I'm biased. Have you ever visited Quebec? No snow here, (she said gleefully!)
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BONNIE B Buckingham
11/25/2014 12:54:56 pm
I have not been to Quebec but have been to St. John's and PEI. Leave a Reply. |
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