And so we find ourselves at the end of June. Frazzled teenagers are scrambling about the city, getting ready for their grads, calling us and invariably sputtering "uhhh... I need a flower... for my date..." as their mothers coach them in the background. I kind of want to pet their sweaty little brows and tell them to chill out, because in seven years when they're old like me, they won't really remember too much about this supposed pivotal evening. I can't really remember too much about my grad, except that I thought it would be a great idea to dye my hair fire engine red. The adolescent mind is capable of such clear thinking and perspicacity.
Anyway, after the parade of graduates comes to an end, Edgewood calms down for the summer. Murray's got loads of renovations and improvements planned, which I'm sure he will blog about in the coming weeks. I can hear the gears in his head clicking away.
Speaking of renovations, our beloved website has undergone a transformation! Along with a change in layout and some additional features (some of which we're still figuring out...) we're all proud of the new look. Technology-wise, we've progressed in leaps and bounds over the past ten years. Check out the upgraded site now!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Grand Prix Weekend is like Christmas in June.
Being a 20-something Montrealer, summertime in this fair city means dinner on the terrace, walks along the Lachine Canal and the St-Lawrence River, Sunday at the Tams, ice cream at Le Bilboquet... and Grand Prix weekend! The city is currently in a state of frenzy as we welcome leather pants-wearing, Ferrari-crashing Eurotrash from here and abroad (and if you don't think that there's such a thing as domestic Eurotrash, you've obviously never been to Montreal.) The Canadian Grand Prix, which officially takes place this Sunday, is the glammest, most over-the-top event in the country, and for a few days, we share our beautiful metropolis with hundreds of thousands of party people who have come down to enjoy fast cars and a fast lifestyle... which may or may not include fast women; it's been known to happen.
We at Edgewood are not immune to the feeling of excitement and joie-de-vivre that seems to be everywhere at this time of year. To celebrate the magnificent summer we're anticipating, we've stocked more outdoors plants than ever before. Our geraniums, begonias and dahlias are bursting with color, and we have an equally impressive assortment of hanging baskets and outdoor planters, which are ready to be brought home with virtually no prep involved! In cut flowers, early batches of peonies have arrived, as well as fragrant lily-of-the-valley - a special surprise for those who can catch it. Fresh flowers are a perfect complement to balconies, patios or outdoor rooms... and with gas at $1.45 a litre, leaving many of us housebound this summer, isn't it a good idea to splash out on the more affordable luxuries?
It's going to be a wonderful weekend, so come on down to enjoy the blooms of the season. And who knows, maybe we'll run into each other on Crescent. I'll be the one harassing the Michelin Man.
We at Edgewood are not immune to the feeling of excitement and joie-de-vivre that seems to be everywhere at this time of year. To celebrate the magnificent summer we're anticipating, we've stocked more outdoors plants than ever before. Our geraniums, begonias and dahlias are bursting with color, and we have an equally impressive assortment of hanging baskets and outdoor planters, which are ready to be brought home with virtually no prep involved! In cut flowers, early batches of peonies have arrived, as well as fragrant lily-of-the-valley - a special surprise for those who can catch it. Fresh flowers are a perfect complement to balconies, patios or outdoor rooms... and with gas at $1.45 a litre, leaving many of us housebound this summer, isn't it a good idea to splash out on the more affordable luxuries?
It's going to be a wonderful weekend, so come on down to enjoy the blooms of the season. And who knows, maybe we'll run into each other on Crescent. I'll be the one harassing the Michelin Man.
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