TURNING A NEW LEAF

I took this beautiful photo this morning in my backyard. I have a strange fascination for new leaves in the spring. They are the greenest green, so beautiful, all fresh and new.

I decided to include in my first post a song written in 1964 by Gilles Vigneault. This song is about how cold my country can get and maybe you will understand why new leaves are so dear to me.


MY COUNTRY
By Gilles Vigneault

My country isn't a country, it's winter
My garden isn't a garden, it's the plain
My road isn't a road, it's the snow
My country isn't a country, it's winter

In the white ceremony
Where the snow is married to the wind
In this land of blizzards
My father had a house built
And I'm going to be true
To his ways, to his example
My guest room will be the one
That you go back to, season after season
To build beside it

My country isn't a country, it's winter
My refrain isn't a refrain, it's a gust of wind
My house isn't a house, it's the winter cold
My country isn't a country, it's winter

About my solitary country
I cry out before I am silenced
To everyone on earth
My house is your house
Inside my four walls of ice
I put my time and my space
To prepare the fire, the place
For the people of the horizon
And the people are of my race

My country isn't a country, it's the contrary
Of a country that was neither land nor nation
My song isn't a song, it's my life
It's for you that I want to possess my winters