For the first time ever our bridge has its own lights. Wide modern black bells hung from sturdy metal poles finish off this three month construction project. The poles come optimistically equipped for festivities. Horizontal arms stretch out waiting for the banners and flags of future festivals, celebrations, maybe a good old foot stomping roust up.
Perhaps they are also a nod to the parades, Fair days (when we still had a Demorestville Fair) concerts, amateur shows, brass band marches, and Arbour Day processions that once livened the village.
I can’t wait for the first new banner to go up — a sure sign that the party isn’t over yet.