By Maryanna Gabriel
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| Dawn Swim For Duckies In Sink Hole |
The froggies are singing in raucous chorus at night, always a good sign, for it is mating season. Pollen has fallen everywhere, a golden persuasion of yellow dust that spring is here in full glory. My car wipers are thick with sticky swirls of it as I do my morning errands. Down at the local bakery we were all in agreement that the weekend crowds of the newly opened Salt Spring Island Saturday Market were an indication of the busiest summer yet. The bakery owner commiserated that negotiating the traffic turn to her place was a full six minutes. Of course it was not helped by the crazy traffic posts in the middle of the busiest road where cars were slowing as if an impending sink hole was coming into view. It is well they do. There has been a hole in the road for months now and as roads go, our island record for fixing sink holes is abysmally slow.
One day I drove by and someone had posted a sign on top of the poles that said "What Are You Sinking About?" Then of course of there were the yellow duckies. Some dear soul had placed them in the hole and I caught them joyfully swimming in the glowing dawn light. Something to sink about indeed.