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This I Believe
Nancy Fisher | 24th Street


Moving Day, January 25. Photo Mike Salt

Moving Day, January 25. Photo Mike Salt

About two years ago, when we moved back to my home town of Del Mar from Boston, we were afraid we’d miss the stunning seasonal changes. And by “we” I mean my husband, Mike, a hardy native New Englander. After twenty years, I was through with the seasons.

As each winter approached Mike envisioned a Currier and Ives scene, with wassailing and wool scarves, while I pictured us on crutches and in cervical collars leaving Newton-Wellesley Hospital after slipping on our icy driveway while trying to retrieve the Boston Globe. In spring, while he glowed at the prospect of opening day at Fenway, I stocked up on toxic bug sprays containing DEET, the only substance known to faze New England’s highly-evolved supply of mosquitoes, “no see ums,” and biting greenhead flies.

Summer brought stultifying humidity to the party, but we could by then look forward to the spectacular New England fall foliage display that even I couldn’t fault. The problem was that, around that time, we also started worrying about shutting down the outside water supply before the first freeze to avoid another burst pipe. Ah, the seasons!

So what’s my point? It’s that I believe Del Mar has perfectly good seasons of its own, and the longer you live here the more attuned to and appreciative of them you become. I’m not sure how it is for the “hill” people, but in the Beach Colony a quick look at your street is more informative than a thermometer. If there’s parking available, it’s winter; limited parking would be spring; no parking indicates every summer weekend and most weekdays; and the end of the Labor Day weekend ushers in the return of available parking. It’s simple! And one can even fine-tune from there. If there’s no parking on the street at 9pm, it’s the 3rd of July. Hats, heels, and cleavage herald Opening Day at the track. It’s the upside of Del Mar’s seasonal parking problem.

Maybe some day I’ll be alerted to the onset of spring by the first warbling of a [insert your favorite songbird here] or the tiniest buds of a [insert botanical name here], but for now I’m happy to know that the ferris wheel looming over the Beach Colony means it’s June and that the forecast will remain essentially the same all year long: early morning fog burning off to another glorious Del Mar day. This I believe.

This article is the 8th in a series presented by the Sandpiper editors, and other members of the community. Previous pieces: Sam Borgese, October 2011; Art Olson, November 2011; Sherryl Parks, December 2011; Ann Gardner, February 2012; Virginia Lawrence, March 2012; Tony Corso, May 2012; Paige Blair, July 2012.



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