unique regional seasons

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There is some season, neither spring nor summer, that we've just entered: Sweet Memories is open. I didn't go in and get ice cream; it just made me smile. It means that the Surf Motel is or soon will be open, and the fish & chips place in James Bay.

I'd call it tourist season, but that's depressing, and this feeling is exciting.

Sung? Sprimmer?

The lilacs are just starting, small round infant buds like eyes squinched shut, a few florets opening to drop that impossible smell on you. The chestnut candles are ready to light, green tapers hiding against the foliage until they flare white.

Yesterday was Z's birthday party, with hazelnut cake from Wild Fire. R, her two-year-old daughter, is fantastically articulate; she shows signs of the many talents of her parents. As I rather tipsily declared last night, "You just want to put her through college or something."

Today the bonfire for chromemagpie, if the weather holds. And the studio tour with stitchinmyside. It doesn't matter where I go really. It's that time of year when everything smells like potential.

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A note from the future

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Sweet Memories closed in 2010.