Scents. Friends. Spring.
Anne of Green Gables was loose in Longueuil again this year! Along the old train tracks on Desaulniers - I'm sure I heard her exclaiming to Matthew at the exquisite beauty - a bower of blossoms pink, sweet and soft-scented - evening stillness - breathing deeply - petals snow-falling ... ahhh... I've been ummm not lazy - just ...well ... time to sit down and write... William Wordsworth, I'm not. However - here is the poetry in images.
P'raps the photos are enough ... I walked the trail in the evenings or rode my bike. Ruth and Deb visited from MA and I introduced them to Anne country. I know Anne was here! That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
There's Ruth in the distance, and then Deb having a sniff for a photo op (at my request, but it didn't take much convincing).
Anne of Green Gables lives in my imagination, and sharing with real live friends added joy as well :-) En-joy!