Does it count that I'm going to see It's Snowing on Salt Spring at the Art's Club theatre tomorrow with a real live Salt Springer who, by the way, has never actually seen this play before? I won't rat her out, but her name is the same as mine, spelled a bit differently, and I guess after 25 years of living on Salt Spring, the last thing you need to see is a play about the place you know better than the person who wrote it.
In the spirit of the season, I thought I'd re-post a few links to my favourite winter Salt Spring moments that I wrote about when I still lived on island.
I have to admit it, I really, really miss the rock at this time of year. So much community spirit. Santa's fly in. The way the little village is decorated. The lights on sail boat masts. New Year's Eve at Fulford Hall. Inhaling the aroma of Pauline's baking. The conversations that took place in the line-up of the Salt Spring post office which grew longer every day closer to Christmas and where people would start offering up enticements like roast beef dinners just to try and get to the front of the line faster. The craft fairs at Beaver Point and Mahon Hall. Stop. Stop already!
So, just to torture myself, I thought I'd take a little trip down memory lane. Here's a few of my favourite posts from year's past:
Is Santa a volunteer firefighter?
Pauline's Christmas Kitchen
Dangerous Cookies
Merry Beginner Band Christmas
Gwen's amazing snowflake
It takes a village to care for the most fragile
Christmas window competition
Pauline's Christmas Kitchen
Dangerous Cookies
Merry Beginner Band Christmas
Gwen's amazing snowflake
It takes a village to care for the most fragile
Christmas window competition