Veterans Day meant a holiday, but not for the cafe. It wasn't quite just an excuse for the cafe owner to find a new way to decorate, but there was a large flag pinned up behind the counter, and poppies were propped in small vases on each table.
The weather had taken a sudden turn for the better, almost spring-warm, and the last rays of afternoon sun were still finding the cafe windows as the first of the munch attendees began to arrive.
The weather had been up and down -- freezing cold, not bad, and, if the forecasters were correct, outright pleasant for the rest of the week. The crew at the coffee shop had given up trying to predict what was going to sell and had decided to just offer everything up. Hot, spiced, cold, chocolate. If you wanted it, you could have it.
Another Wednesday, another munch night. Evenings were beginning to draw in, with fall nipping at the air, temperatures beginning to drop as soon as the sun had sunk below the horizon. The cafe had responded with a range of spiced coffees, hot soup, and cookies and muffins still warm from the oven.
And, of course, the infamous chili spiced hot chocolate.
Another week, another Wednesday, another buy-one-get-one-free offer on all hot drinks from the cafe. Coming up to the full moon, the weather was uniformly dull, cloudy, and warm, long days with no rain, long nights too warm to really sleep, tempers were beginning to fray among the staff.
Someone in the cafe definitely had a resource of obscure holidays. This Wednesday fell on National Aviation Day, and one of the members of staff had obviously decided it was a good idea to mark it, but hadn't been quite sure how. Several model airplanes sat on top the counter and were suspended from the ceiling, swaying gently in the draft from the AC vents, with no explanation at all.
The weather seemed to be doing its best to make up for the week before, and in response, the doors to the cafe were firmly closed to keep the heat out, and the airconditioning in. At least, until the aircon broke down, at which point doors were propped open, fans distributed around the cafe, and extra ice stockpiled behind the counter.
One member of staff was detailed to stand by with a mop to wipe up any wet floors resulting from people throwing ice at each other.
Another Wednesday, nearly August, and thunderstorms outside. Power held - so far - but the cafe was taking no chances. Which meant that instead of lights on inside, each table was lit by a couple of tealights safely protected in the bottom of water glasses, giving the whole place an unusually intimate atmosphere.
Hot drinks would be on offer as long as the power held out, and the owner and staff appeared to be praying for that between each order.
Another Wednesday, and for once, the cafe was relatively quiet. The manager was taking advantage of this to train up some rather wide-eyed looking new staff, who weren't entirely certain how the coffee machine worked, or the till, or where anything quite was.
The cafe was already gearing up for Independence Day. Flags, bunting and patriotism were the order of the day. Besides the obligatory apple pie, the sweets on offer seemed to be themed around red, white and blue. Strawberries, cream, ice cream and blueberries featured heavily.
In honor of the heat, iced tea and coffee were available alongside the hot varieties.
Someone at the cafe had gotten creative with Google and discovered that March 11th was Johnny Appleseed Day. They hadn't gone all out and insisted on planting, but the counter was offering a selection of apple-based delicacies, cakes, juices and hot cider along with their usual selection.
There was also a rather suggestive print of Eve (looking very like one of the serving staff) proffering an apple, tacked to the wall behind the till.
Mardi Gras might have been the day before, but the cafe had declared Shrove Week rather than Shrove Tuesday. A rather harried looking member of staff had been declared official pancake tosser, and pancakes were being sold with a number of imaginative fillings.
It was Wednesday again, and the weather wasn't quite so pleasant as the week before and everything was slightly less bright. Almost as if to make up for it, some strange concoction with too much caffeine and way too much sugar was being served as the special for the day for anyone that dared try it.
All in all, it was the set up for a pretty good day.
Wednesday again, and a happier Wednesday than the previous one. The weather seemed to have warmed up especially for the inauguration, and the evening was mild enough that the cafe had tables set outside for more than just the smokers. A general air of celebration lingered from the previous day, and the cafe owner had decided to celebrate by offering free upgrades to larger sizes of coffee, or free muffins with the smallest ones.
The day had been relatively mild - as long as you classed above freezing as mild. Christmas decorations in the cafe had all been taken down, and the Christmas snacks and drinks had all disappeared from the menu, along with the plastic holly and mistletoe. It all looked rather bleak, reflected in the faces of the staff. Still, the cafe was warm, and the coffee machine was working, and a large slow cooker on the counter offered spiced winter vegetable soup to help with staying warm while keeping an eye out for more snow.
Wednesday again, and Christmas shopping panic was beginning to seize the citizens of Boulder. Shopping bags were crammed under tables, lists were frantically being made, catalogs searched through, and the cafe had all their decorations up. The large tree in the corner, unfeasible numbers of lights, more tinsel than any building should house, banners, and the rather embarrassed looking staff dressed as Santa's elves.
There was a Thanksgiving theme at the cafe. Wicker cornucopias were on every table, pumpkins everywhere, pumpkin spice offered for lattes, pumpkin pie, muffins, cakes, pecan pie, lots of strong coffee. But the most obvious were the horrified looking cafe workers in their pilgrim costumes.
Another Wednesday, another munch, and Thanksgiving fast approaching. Snow was forecast for the next day, but it was hard to believe in the evening's balmy temperatures.
To celebrate the return of the coffee machines, the cafe had a full range, and extra staff to cope with the demand. Seasonal syrups were beginning to appear, and the gingerbread latte was making an experimental appearance.
It was one of those days that made people wonder if fall really was arriving. October, yes, but it was balmy, warm, and bright, with a fresh breeze.
The cafe was making the most of the late warmth, with tables available outside, and a selection of chilled confectionery available at the counter along with the usual muffins and cookies. The cheesecakes were proving particularly popular. And creamy.
The leaves were just starting to change on the trees- it was a beautiful day, really. Crisp, clear, sun shining and just the faintest hint of a chill as summer unfurled into fall. There was soup in the cafe, some chili, in addition to the regular assortment of drinks and snacks.