Evening Thought Nuggets
Springtime on the Sandbar
“When the buds on the trees are as a big as a mouse’s ear, the squid are here.” This wonderfully spicy fisherman long ago that shared this nugget of knowledge with me over tea once, and I’ve never forgotten it.
Every spring I keep a close eye on the buds on the tree so I can be the first to see, it’s like a little secret only I know, just a little of my small, coveted seafaring knowledge.
I’ve been here long enough now (this is exactly where I wanted to be) to watch how each season comes and goes. Springtime around these parts is a slow evolution from budling up to enjoy the brisk winter winds, the warm cozy fireplace each evening, intimate dinners with loved ones and friends and seeing our quiet streets filled only with the heartiest of locals who stay through. to work and live out here at the edge of the world.
As the sun begins to wake up early, that’s when it begins. The hope of another beautiful summer season arrives, the rain falls, and the flowers begin to poke through the soil showing that life resumes each year without any help from us humans.
The springtime chores begin for all of us, the old reliable restaurants and bars begin to open, the boats arrive, one by one to fill the harbor with life and hopes of smooth seas, lots of whales and good fishing, sunny beach days and easy warm SW winds for the new season. And even though the sand has been sparkling for us who who’ve stayed and combed the beaches all winter long, the sunnier days allows for a bit more magic and hope for yet another welcomed adventure here in paradise.
Happy Spring :)
