If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
I drove south on highway 400 (the once tractor-trailer horror, highway 69) the last week of October 2011. I left my car in my cousin’s underground condo garage for 7 months at Danforth &Broadview (Toronto)and flew to Newfoundland for the winter.
My travel began essentially from Deer Lake, NFLD where I flew to Halifax and began the 2 month Cross Canada trip on Via Rail’s THE CANADIAN.
My first glimpse of Parry Sound municipality was May 26th, 2012, and reaffirmed my continued belief that everything, everyone, every place is best understood when witnessed from as many points of view, as is possible; (visually–bird’s-eye, worm’s-eye view etc) the recent train track point of view, and of course, a springtime point of view.
The once red maples had gone to sleep during the winter, only to be reawakened. The fresh kelly green is laced in and out, woven in between the coniferous winter strong holds, the leaning pine: black spruce, white pine.
There is the quote by Carman.”The scarlet of the maples can shake me like the cry of bugles going by. In October I walked away with this sentiment.
And in the spring I was shaken with the lilac blooms on the banks of the South Saskatchewan River.
in Saskatoon., as I thought of Wordsworth’s