In Belleville on the weekend we stayed in a motel that reminded me of the stuff that movies are made of...the line of rooms where the motorcars can line up beside the room...i felt as though i had found my home..i could imagine planting pansies in window boxes and welcoming home my love every night...to our little blue room with the two doors...one leading to the endless hall that looks like a scene from "the shining"...the other to the outside world and a brief walk to tim hortons...
walking through the streets of this town and feeling the history and the life of my love at every turn...learning so much more about this man who has captured my heart and where his world began..
the peeling painted walls and worn wooden doors...the city is so far away...
the snow has fallen overnight on this april day and i am amused by the number of people who are puzzled by this phenomenon...it has happened so many times before...snow in april...do they realize that a cold, wet spring creates a bountiful harvest of spectacular flowers that last long into the summer with vibrant colour and storybook size? there is a reason for everything in nature...but as Wordsworth once said so profoundly...
'the world is too much with us; late and soon,
getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
little we see in Nature that is ours;
we have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
this sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
the winds that will be howling at all hours,
and are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
for this, for everything, we are out of tune;
it moves us not...
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