You notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warming—in fact, not at all a warming—yet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades. The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes— the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.” 

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights

Here’s to the promise of Summer, to all the mamas and to all the kids moving on to the next journey of life. Thank you for continuing to read and support local! 

Your neighbors, 

Shaleen and Sam DeStefano