Seasons change by the sea

Two weeks since the last post. An eon in the online world but in real life just the blink of an eye. In this time, signs are suddenly visible that a new season is at hand. Blazing patches of poppies, nasturtium, and alstroemeria dot the roadways. Blackbirds buzz both humans and hawks, jealously guarding their nests. Stray ladybugs flail in the sand. Early morning are draped with a light salty fog that slowly rolling away to reveal early evenings warm and bright.

I’ve swapped my Ugg boots for flip-flops.

This new season is creeping into our local market, too. Dungeness crab has disappeared (from what I know, available only in months containing the letter “R.”) After some uncertainty, commercial salmon season did open, and the limited number of fresh steaks and fillets seem to sell quickly despite a $24.99/pound price tag. The dozen or so squash are relocated to a bottom bin under  bushels of asparagus. Golden beets and the first ears of corn have made their appearance, as has . . . ta-da! Stone fruit – the first tiny juicy apricots and plums, perfectly ripe from California orchards, the ultimate harbinger of the season.

The school year is drawing to a close, marking a new season in the lives of the boys. Kid Two’s interests and personality are suddenly teenager-like, and Kid One, newly eighteen and graduating from high school, is suddenly more adult. He’s wondering what the next year will be like for him. I think he’ll find that milestones are just markers for our memories but from one season to the next, life is much the same, only different.

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  1. Hi Maggie– this is a lovely post. So very descriptive. I’ve also been getting that cornucopia feeling and have been blogging about all of the new life here in Colorado, along with various puzzlements. I’ve also been writing memoir, my first book-length one, of time I spent many years ago on the Italian coast. I posted a photo of the fishing village I’d like to go back to for the remainder of my days on my blog. It is an ancient, wild, remote place although it could now be an expat and tourist haunt after so many years.

    I put up a category cloud on my blog in addition to a calendar; I had started an annotated table of contents on one of my pages; it drives me crazy not to have some way of identifying posts other than the archives and widgets. Any ideas? xj

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  2. Hi, I come to you via SheWrites. It seems we have a lot in common. I have twins graduating from high school in just a few weeks, as well as two middle school boys, so I cook for six, not four, but the ages are similar. I used to love to cook, but it lost it shine having to do it every. single. day. I wish I still shared your enthusiasm for it.

    My brother lives in SF (single, straight, cute, employed and looking for a relationship). He makes me drool with his descriptions of local produce markets. Here in the midwest, we went from 50° last week to the 90°s this week. We did get our first ears of corn this weekend (not local — probably from your neck of the woods) and they were delicious. Strawberries have also been exceptional this year.

    Nice to meet your blog. Stop by <a href='http://2kop.blogspot.com'<Two Kinds of People if you get a chance.

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  3. I like your sentiments. When I think back to my teen years, I always thought then that once I completed college, got a job, and started a family I would be done “growing.” Now, I realize that life does shift through seasons “much the same, only different” and in the process there is a continual rebirth followed by more growing. Nice post!

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  4. Hi Maggie, I can hardly wait to taste stone fruit. I have really missed reading Life in a Skillet. I hope you are able to begin daily posts again. It is almost like reading a 24 hour a day book.
    We are all looking forward to seeing everyone next week for graduation.
    Love you, Mom

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