Cape May is one of my favorite places in the world and West Cape May only adds to the ambiance with good bike-riding roads and farm stands and crazy midnight knitters, it turns out.  article_587d7e2e-2bd5-11df-8a4e-001cc4c002e0.html      I love it–senior citizens at the fairly dreary-looking Victorian Towers across from the church where I was married are contributing to this artsy plot.  Go, girls. Yes, I get that we don’t want tree buds to get damaged by sweaters, but I salute the whimsy, the boldness, the downright goofiness. Just about the right time of year for it.