As the train approaches Montreal, it slows down as it drives past endless backyards. I'm a little reluctant to look at them. Besides the privacy issue, what will I see. Will I glimpse something that once seen cannot be unseen. I don't want to see tied-up dogs or abandoned kittens or even the sagging, bedraggled back decks littered with prams and appliances. You might think I am exaggerating but I have to tell you that once on a bus tour in Bermuda, yes,
Bermuda, I saw something in a back yard I wish I had never seen. I have a friend who had a similar experience in Cuba; like me to this day she cannot get the image out of her mind. Fragile flowers I guess we are.
On more mundane issues...I have replaced some of the whirligigs on the front windows. I think I showed you a picture of them back in November. I found them at a dollar store and they are the best thing I have found to prevent the birds from banging into the windows, something I have not had happen since putting these things up. It's a good thing we are in the country though; I think they would not pass any suburb by-laws these days or at the least, brand us as crazy.
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