Spring means DQ, Sam's Seafood, Joe's Driving Range and the rest
The saying goes "hope springs eternal" for a reason. No one ever found inspiration from hearing that autumn or winter provide any hope. So last weekend, as I was driving down Main Street, I noticed a couple of hardy Falmouthites, grinning and bearing the wind and driving rain, waiting in line for the privilege of their first Dairy Queen of the season. Inspired by these dedicated and robust DQ lovers and the hope of spring, I visited Jim Twomey's delicious destination on Main Street's east end myself this week, savoring my first vanilla with cherry dip of the spring, handcrafted by my daughter Jenna.
This rewarding experience indeed gave me optimism, and made me think about some of the other signs of renewal of the oncoming season.
Signs of life at DQ mean that the aromas wafting from Seafood Sam's cannot be far behind, just like the sounds of laughter at Joe's Driving range and min-golf in Teaticket.
Yes, springtime in Falmouth means much more than the crocus plants peeking through the planting strips on Main Street, and old-timers starting a game of chess on the benches at Peg Noonan Park. It also means the emergence of thousands of beautiful buds at the Spohr Gardens, and the gathering of dozens of Falmouthites at the Falmouth day in Bradenton, FL, thanks to the organizational skills of Judy Schley.
Soon, the familiar jingle for Kevin Murphy's Shucker's will start to hey-hey-hey on the local airwaves, just as we hear about setting sail for the Flying Bridge on our favorite station. The boats will start to dot the moorings in Falmouth Inner Harbor and a local institution, the Island Queen, will begin to sail away from Falmouth.
We'll start taking the beach road to avoid the traffic, even before it is necessary, just to smell the springtime salty air and see the dogs and their owners enjoying their first beach walk of the season.
It is a sign of renewal to see families clamming in Bourne's Pond on the weekends, just down the dune our FHS seniors having their senior pictures taken by longtime photomaster Amy Rader. Speaking of our maroon and whiters, it is a sure sign of sunnier days to come seeing several of the Eastern MA hoop champs donning caps and grabbing their gloves, ready for another season on the baseball diamond. It won't be long before kids will be playing on the John Neill little league field and enjoying a Pixy burger and funnel fries. Boy, do I love spring.
The extra daylight time affords a couple more hours on the Shining Sea Bikepath and a trip to Woods Hole for a glimpse at the seals at the aquarium and many Birkenstocks along the sidewalks.
Many of us will begin to make the trip to Mahoney's or David Drew's place on Sandwich Road for some aromatic mulch to line the soon-to-be flower beds around the same time that the leaves will bud to make the majestic tree-lined canopy on Davisville Road. Kids will begin to deliver the Enterprise on their bikes and not from their parents' cars (I can identify with that), and the village green will once again begin to live up to its name.
I'm sure many of the moms and dads waiting in line on Wednesday at Liam Maguires were gazing across the street, thinking of the upcoming Easter egg hunt and the hundreds of kids who will celebrate this downtown tradition.
Yup, hope springs eternal. Even this winter of local discontent, with bad behavior galore in the corner conference room of Town Hall, can't curb my enthusiasm for yet another springtime in Falmouth. Bring on Town Meeting and the election. Snow budgets are a thing of the past, and so is the gloom and doom of winter 2010.
This column is reprinted from the Falmouth Enterprise.