Willowtree Grove - May 24th

A slow week sees the arrival of the summer warmth in Willowtree Grove.

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It's the end of the week here in Willow Tree Grove, and it's time for our weekly catch up. My dear listeners, let us all join together to say welcome back to the beautiful sunshine that has lit up our skies this week and definitely this bank holiday weekend. I'm currently sitting here with an iced peach tea, and the slight begrudging feeling that I need to start the day inside of a quite steamy recording room. It might be time to get some cooling stones in here. It's been a slow week here in Willow Tree Grove. My wishes were most definitely heard by whatever forces had their way with the world during these last seven days. As we rapidly approach the summer months, the sun is making itself known, and the mounting heat has been slowing down the days. This is also, without a doubt, being affected by the nearly full seclusion of the wares around town. The coming blue moon and the incident with the perfume has led most of them to keep to their houses until the long awaited superpowered moon at the end of the month. But this has left us all missing our lovely lively wares. My adventures around town seem to have a feeling of baited breath, like everyone equally agreed to stay in this sort of suspended state, unwilling to commit to any big events or undertakings when everyone cannot be involved. Because of this it has been a week of soft musings and muted motions. At the still rainy start of the week, most of the Grovians were enjoying the benefits of our lovely high street. The bookshop, abardashery, and the roast and toasts saw a steady stream of polite perusing, one that became a sort of visiting loop as the clientele of one shop switched to the next in a quiet game of musical chairs. These purchases came in quite clutch on Tuesday when there was a general crafting day at the community center. As the weather was still quite unreliable, the craft day attracted quite a crowd. Now I did notice there was a blossoming of friendship between two very unlikely young groups, one being Fifi Everdrop and Finn Smith, and the other being the de la Fore Triplets. Apparently both had decided that their chosen craft would represent the same fictional character, I believe, a version of said character in a very specific fan fiction universe, so a very niche concept of an already obscure character. The shared love prompted the youngsters to discover even more things that they had in common. The beginnings of what I fear will be a very entertaining and frightful friendship. Thursday saw the weather turning and the warmth making its way into town. Pianny at the Roast and Toast was as always fully on top of the weather changes. Honestly, she should have been a weather reporter, if only her coffee roasting skills weren't so damned excellent. And as it was, on Thursday morning, those skills extend to a variety of very delicious types of lemonade. Rose, pink, purple, lemon lime, bitter, sweet. I didn't even know French lemonade could taste like that, and that it was so very different from Italian lemonade. The refreshments were a welcome treat on a warm day, and were only made all the more appreciated when Peony overheard people chatting about going to the river for some chilling by the water, and she decided to send out Carter Calliope with the roast toaster, the little food cart that the roast and toast usually uses to deliver things to homeboys. But this time the toaster shaped trike was sent out with as much lemonade as it could carry to set up a little stall at the riverside. Word spread fast, and almost everyone who could, myself included, was basking by the water with a fresh glass, and a small parasol, just in case you caught the sun through the dappled rays in the trees. Now it was a wonderful day. One of those ones you don't remember for the specifics, but for the feelings. Like if it was a flashback scene in a film, you would see the trees, the sun, the water, and you would smell the water, the sunscreen, taste lemonade, and that quick sandwich you slap together. Plain and slap dash, but somehow the best one you've ever had after playing and relaxing and sharing it with friends. Now after the soothing memories of that day, Friday saw the return of some rain alongside the sun. So it was outdoor seating at the pub, or in front of roast and toast, to read and enjoy the rainbow that framed the town like a sort of celestial bow. And now here we are, in a very, very warm bank holiday weekend. I hear on the grapevine that the lake was quite overflowing with small rowboats and paddle boarding youths, and that the fishing is bringing up quite a bit. But I can't personally attest to this, as everyone knows of my aversion to heat. I might actually have to take this opportunity to warn many listeners that the return of the heat is the mark that my summer hibernation is right on the horizon. We will perhaps get one more report from me before I vanish again for a few months. I'm sure you'll be able to fill your time adequately even without my reports. The last bit of my bubble spell has been hidden in the river bed, where shallow is deep and the sun never reaches. Good luck out there. No, just a short one today. That's all for now, my dear listeners. As always, have a soft and safe week. See you next time here in Willow Tree Grove.