22 August 2013
Un peu de tout... or Once in a Blue Moon
I am so spoiled for being tucked away for two months each summer in my own little world that it's always a bit of a shock to see what changes took place in the other parts of town while I was hibernating in my gardens.
An ice cream parlor replacing the quirky bookshop near my trolly stop was the saddest change. Really? A double dip instead of a page-turner?? Ah well. Who knows what drives the retail mind. This will be the second independent bookshop that closed on that street. Amazing considering the clientele in that area is mostly students and professors. You would think they would be supportive of book sellers, but there you are. I know I was always more prone to buy a book than a sweet, and still am.
They are tearing our road up. Again. First it was the water lines, with huge trenches dug down both sides of the road as new pipe was laid down. Then it was the gas lines, with digging that extended up and over our property lines and resulted in some new pavement being poured here and there. (I was saddened by this since I loved the old cracked sidewalk where the odd Harebell or Loosestrife could push up.) Now it's the water lines. Again. This time there are long massive pipes of various widths and age ranging the sidewalks, cobbled together with futuristic Mad Max fittings and buried under enormous mounds of tar and gravel at every driveway and front walk. Presumably these humps are a preventative measure to keep home owners from tripping over the pipe, although how one couldn't see and avoid falling over a 7-inch round pipe is beyond my thinking. But apparently some risk management wizard decided it's easier and safer to climb up and over a pile of uneven sticky asphalt several times a day in order to gain access to your front door. (I felt compelled to yodel the first time I made the climb.) My neighbor suggested we use ski poles to get in and out. I said I'll need a sherpa on Market day to get myself and my parcels over the rise.
But this year, things are different. I've had three enormous pearly blossoms so far, with another 7 on the way. Happily, they are taking their time and granting me a gorgeous, pale bloom every few nights, drawing out the sublime pleasure. It occurred to me, after looking at the calendar and noting wryly that this week we have been blessed with a luminous "Blue Moon", that this might be the frequency with which I can expect this occurrence. Let's hope not.