Long weekends

They’re all awesome, and yet, the Victoria Day (or two-four weekend) has always been extra special.


As a child, it marked the onset of days at the park, pool parties and playing outside until late. As a teenager, it signaled the first camping trip of the year. In university, it meant exams were done, a new job had begun and warm days had arrived.


In adulthood, Victoria Day is a welcomed date too, because I can plant seedlings, veggies and other new goodies in the gardens without the risk of overnight frost. And now that I live in PEI, long weekends also present great opportunities for quality beach time and a triple-bill at the Brackley drive-in.


AWESOME!

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