Flowers are blooming all along the block, most of them in pots that belong to my neighbor, Michael's Flowers. Mike is a visionary with endless energy for making luscious displays of pastel pots, vintage garden furniture, rusty fence parts, flags, and ceramic bunnies. In the evening after the stores close the crowd changes from shoppers to hungry people on their way to the microbrewery on Molly's Lane. Music starts. Then twilight, then dark.