Our neighborhood streets are framed by elms. In autumn orange and golden halos frame each yard.
Before people tear down the small wartime houses to build huge McMansions the city workers build fences around these majestic trees and post signs saying “Protected Tree. Do not damage or remove.”
Each time I left my house this week I made sure to spend a bit of time step-crunching through the yellow carpet on our lawn.
Other moments in Saskatoon
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Confidence, medicine, Chronic Illness
My Locker Room Epiphany
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movies, Hope, Disabilities
How Finding Nemo Gave Me Hope.
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childhood, Life, home
The House that Built Me.
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Love, Future, insecurities
Loveable;
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A Curse for This Town; What a Beautiful Town
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childhood, Trauma, Life
Words to Places; Scents to Memories
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Move Around - Around - Around - Around
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Pools, Beaches, self conscious
Why I hate going to public pools and the beach.
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Spring and Such
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