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[–] czarcasm@kbin.earth 8 points 3 hours ago (1 children)

I love you so fucking much Canada! Best neighbors ever.

[–] HeroicBillyBishop@lemmy.ca 8 points 2 hours ago (1 children)
[–] czarcasm@kbin.earth 2 points 24 minutes ago (1 children)

Pardonnez-moi, I'm not fluent in Canadian.

[–] Reannlegge@lemmy.ca 1 points 3 minutes ago

🍁 Canadian English Eleanor pulled on her favourite grey sweater and stepped outside to check on her neighbour’s garden. The autumn colour was breathtaking — fibre-thin leaves of amber and crimson drifted past the old theatre on the corner. She had promised to catalogue the different plants while Margaret was travelling, and she took the task seriously. After scribbling notes in her cheque-book sized journal, she wandered back inside, put the kettle on, and settled in for a quiet afternoon. It was the kind of ordinary day she had learned to recognise as its own small gift.

🦅 American English Eleanor pulled on her favorite gray sweater and stepped outside to check on her neighbor’s garden. The autumn color was breathtaking — fiber-thin leaves of amber and crimson drifted past the old theater on the corner. She had promised to catalog the different plants while Margaret was traveling, and she took the task seriously. After scribbling notes in her check-book sized journal, she wandered back inside, put the kettle on, and settled in for a quiet afternoon. It was the kind of ordinary day she had learned to recognize as its own small gift.