Monday, February 7, 2011

Blossom Time

Our new home by the Falls hasn’t been locked in seven years. Our first clue was when we made arrangements with the sellers to take possession. “Leave the keys at the realtor’s,” we suggested. “We’ll pick them up there.”
“We’ll just leave the house unlocked and put the key on the table,” they countered.
“Um, no,” we said, feeling appallingly big city. “We’re not comfortable with that.”
They did it anyway. We found the house unlocked, and one key on the hook in the kitchen—to the side door.  None of the other doors matched—and none of them had keys.
So I called a locksmith. Wiley was his name. When I explained the situation, he said, “Is there anything on the key you’ve got? Any writing? Numbers or letters?”
I squinted at the key. “There’s a C,” I said.
“Ah,” he said. “I know what you got there. I can be there in an hour.”
Wiley was big, and he wore a bomber jacket with leather sleeves and a bluetooth device in his ear. I took him from door to door and he’d pop out the locking mechanisms and pop them back in, try the knobs, slide the bolts around.  Clearly, the man knew his way around a lock.
“I’ll need to order some parts,” he said, quoting me a price. “Place my order beginning of next week so I can order everything at once.”
“We need a painter, too,” I said. “And a chimney sweep.”
“For any of the trades, ask down at the hardware store,” Wiley said. “They know everybody, who’s good, and who to stay away from. You’ll probably have to wait for the best ones. If they say they can come right away, they’re probably no good.” He paused, then grinned sheepishly. “Guess I came right away, though.”
Wiley said he was born and raised in the village. He’d been in the locksmith business for twenty-nine years. “Wasn’t a family business, I started it myself. My father was a harness-maker. My mother still lives up the hill there.” He waved vaguely toward Main St. “This is a nice place—a quiet, conservative little town, except at Blossom Time.”
“Blossom time?” I was instantly intrigued, as I always am by secret lives.
“People go kinda wild at blossom time,” Wiley said. “Memorial Day weekend. There’s two parades—a little one with the Boy Scouts and the American Legion that goes up to the Evergreen Cemetery. That’s on Monday. And a big one on Sunday that goes down Main Street. People are five deep on the sidewalks, and there’s hot air balloons going off at the high school. The funeral home throws a big outdoor party in their yard and the whole town’s invited. You see people walking around with their plastic cups.”
He paused, looking out at me from under his brows. “Anything can happen at Blossom Time. Then, after the weekend’s over, they go back to being their regular selves.”
Blossom time—a rite of spring after a long winter. I think I’m going to like it here.


Natalie Aguirre said...

Oh it sounds so cool. I grew up in Benton Harbor, MI and they always had the Blossom Parade around the same time as your Blossom Time. I loved it as a kid.

Hope you enjoy your new home.

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Anonymous said...

Hello Mrs. Chima!
How are you? I hope everything is doing great at your new home!
I'm a big fan of your books - well, I'm from Brazil, but I just can't wait to read your newest Serie -, and I would love if you could read my last post at my blog -
You are a fantastic author, I really admire you. And would be incredible if you could read what I want to tell (and ask) you.
Thaks to write awesome books. I wish just great expirences for you, at your new home.
Hugs, from a huge fan of yours, Ellie.

CindaChima said...

thanks, Natalie!

CindaChima said...

Hi, Ellie. Your command of English is much better than my Portuguese! I love to hear from Brazil.

Regarding fan fiction, that can be a great way to exercise writing "muscles" and learn basic skills of writing. When I was young, I used to do a lot of live action "role playing" around books and TV shows I enjoyed. But eventually you will want to break free of other peoples' ideas and create your own world and magical systems. Good luck with your writing!

the dragon said...

I would like to say, thank you so much for your series. I am a student at school, and I love your series. I have read all your books multiple times over, and i can't wait for the next two heir books, and the next seven realms novel. As a novice writer myself, I appreciate how hard it is. Reading is my passion, and I thank you for giving me good materials. I was also wondering whether or not you will write other books. I would really appreciate that. Thank you for your time.

CindaChima said...

Dear Dragon,

Keep reading and I'll keep writing, 'kay?

the dragon said...

Sounds like a deal then.