Ahh, springtime. The trees are starting to bud, the first of the spring flowers have poked their head above ground and there is just enough new growth to get my seasonal allergies kicking in. Gotta love it.
One of the best parts for me is that it’s not just tulips that are starting to open up after being dormant all winter. All those establishments who scaled back hours during the winter months, or outright closed for the season, are starting to open up as well. And not a second too soon in my opinion; I’ve been going through withdrawals.
It always seems a bit like cruel and unusual punishment to me. Not only do we have to endure a long, cold winter, but we also have to do it without some of our favorite places. Unfair, I say.
But, never fear, finally they too have begun to unthaw.
Well, maybe unthaw isn’t quite the right word, since Ives Cream tops my lists of places that signify that spring is officially here. Katie told me earlier this week that Friday (Today!) will be their first day back in business. And to kick of Spring Break in style, they’ll be giving away samples from noon to 8 p.m. I encourage you to do as I’ve done, and plan your entire day accordingly.
Of course, Ives Cream isn’t the only seasonal business back in, well, business. One by one, all of our local golf courses have been getting back into the swing of things. (Yes, that pun was completely intended.) I am anxiously awaiting my first round of the year. Maybe if the weather is nice this weekend…
I’ll need to get practicing as soon as possible since I’ve joined my first golf league this year, Thursday nights at Canasawacta. It’s not just the golf I’m looking forward to there. The restaurant will be back up and running on the 20th, and I’ve got a serious hankering for a long lunch on that back deck.
For some reason it’s been even harder for me to adjust to the places which stayed open but abbreviated their hours. I can’t tell you how many mornings I pulled up outside of my favorite French bakery, La Maison Blache, in search of a latte and one of their delectable croissants, only to realize that I was a day or too early (or too late, depending on how you want to look at it.) Thankfully, they went back to their normal Tuesday through Sunday schedule as of April 1.
In some cases, it seems like pure cruelty. I mean, does the Bohemian Moon realize what kind of torture they made me endure? I got my pregnant co-worker hooked on their cappuccino mousse right before they shortened their hours. I’m not going to lie; I breathed a healthy sigh of relief when B. Moon reverted to their regular hours. I don’t ever want to have to tell her again that she’ll have to wait until the end of the week before her next fix.
Even if I’m not necessarily inconvenienced by a shortening of hours, I’m still thrown off by it. Take Hoppies for example, which is often a lunch destination for me. Even though their daytime hours stayed the same, I was still strangely traumatized when Danielle switched to her winter hours. I just don’t like to feel like my options are limited. They are back to normal now, though, and once again I feel all is right in the world.