Last Monday was Victoria Day, marking the first long weekend of the summer holiday season. Although, technically speaking, summer doesn’t officially arrive until June 21, the May long weekend annually heralds the onset of summer in Canada. We can usually count on warm temperatures and sunny weather, and with the trees leafed out and the spring flowers in bloom – who could blame us? After all – winter could be back in full force by October!
When I was ‘young’, the Victoria Day weekend was synonymous with the “May Run” – the first camping trip of the season for high school students and young adults. A chance for us to escape the watchful eyes of our parents and get some serious all night partying done. (…at least until we got kicked out of the camp site for being too noisy or for drinking underage.)
Since we ‘grew up’ and bought a house, the arrival of the May long weekend has been the signal to get the yard tidied up, the vegetable garden planted, the bedding plants potted, the lawn furniture washed and the screened porch set up.
For the past 15 years or so – since my parents retired and moved out to Edmonton – it’s also been the occasion of the annual “Birthday BBQ Bash” for my Dad. This year was no exception – so I was up early to get the house tidied and the food ready. You can imagine my shock as I peeked out the window to see what kind of day to expect…
Fortunately, that ‘white crap’ was all gone by around 9 AM and, despite a forecast of “cool and rainy” we had a beautiful sunny day – absolutely perfect for BBQ’ing though a bit chilly for eating outside.
We did revert back a bit to the May Run format as it was time to test the summer beer I’d been brewing and it turned out to be WAY too tasty. So, Les and I managed to party hearty right under the watchful eyes of my parents (and siblings, nieces and nephews.) However, my parents aren’t all that watchful now that we’re in our 50s, so it was more a case of the youngsters watching the old folks drink too much. I definitely had a bit of a headache the next day and I am pretty sure my Dad did, too. However, that too turned out to be a good thing, since I slept in long enough to miss Sunday’s early morning snow! 😉