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I forgot to bring my “real” camera with me when I went out in the world today. It was a spectacular day. Bright, warm, breezy, and full of life. I took some iPhone photos of stuff in the back yard, though. There’s a pot of pretty chrysanthemums at the turn of my little walkway.
And this is a sort of scraggly peony bush, but the petals are still rich and velvety.
The little irises are starting to bloom. They get a lot of sun, really they do.
My primary mission today was to take these packages to the post office and send them on their way. My secondary mission was to stock up on provisions. The Summer People will be arriving for the holiday weekend, and I need to be prepared to go from home to work and back home with as little extra interaction with them as possible. That includes standing in line at the market as they order five pounds of lobster salad while speaking to the nanny on the cell phone, when all I want is a piece of chicken or a quart of milk.
I’m being too harsh. Actually, I look forward to the excitement, and the favorite customers I haven’t seen since last year, and the boost that we all get from the presence of so many people. I’ll grumble about rudeness, disrespect, and lack of basic manners when the weekend is over and my rose-colored glasses are all scratched and wonky!
Not Plain Jane 
Too harsh? I'll see your harsh and raise you by some vast increment. "They" have arrived in DC, too.Hey what's not real about your iphone? The pics are gorgeous.xx and love,
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Beautiful flowers! I once worked at a tourist destination. Tourism is fun from the tourist/weekender side, but not generally from the locals who have to put up with the seasonal congestion, even though they appreciate the visitors and the business they bring in!
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Gorgeous flowers!Here's to surviving the official first weekend of summer. 🙂
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Harsh?? Not at all. Summer is always a mixed bag in the Hamptons, but those who offend do it spectacularly (we both know it's crazed out here in the summer). It is, however, good you remember the other side as well. Prepare yourself for the assault, but keep an open heart, as you always do.(I feel like I'm about to say "gird your loins!") And drive carefully!
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I'm starting to do some "In My Backyard" posts and I enjoyed seeing yours. Hope the Summer People don't make you too crazy!
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Remember, your summer people are my year-round neighbors. Thanks for taking them off our hands for a little while!
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ah "summer people"… yup, we got 'em too. (Unfortunately, I can't avoid them on the metro – in the morning they are wide-eyed and alert, in the afternoon, tired and oblivious.)Love the flowers 🙂
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Your flower photos are gorgeous! I missed my irises this year. They didn't produce many blooms and then they were gone. Summer is the quiet time here, other than a fishing competition now and then. Good luck with your first summer weekend!
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I received a lovely package this week – the Orihime yarn is just beautiful. I may have to join the "Shawl of the Month" club with this yarn! Thanks again and enjoy your summer!(I worked my way through college as a maid at Chautauqua Institution in western New York – they may have been brainy guests but they were just as exasperating!)
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That is so very very beautiful! Thanks for posting all the flowers!And, about the summer people, we have them already. There are the winter people, too, who fly in from the frozen North East. Then, after that, the summer people come out of the relentless heat of the desert for some R&R here. Can't say I blame them, though they do clog the beaches. We all wait til fall to go back to the beaches. I love them all because it's nomadic and so very, well, native.
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Those bad summer people — even the summer people hate them! Honestly we don't have anything as bad in Manhattan as I've seen in the Schmidt's parking lot. (Maybe because people would kill them?) There is some kind of mutation that occurs on the eastbound LIE.Be strong! You've got the right stuff! Love, Summer Person Proud to Be Mistaken For a Local(Yes, it's Kay)
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I AM a summer people. I try to behave, though! Really I do. . .
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I hear you Jane, about the "Summer people" and the rudeness and disrespect. Where I live, a large part of the local economy is from "Summer people," specifically kids. We are a haven for Summer Camps, so I know all to well about how rude they can be. Especially the young teens. Smashed mail boxes everywhere before Summer ends!! But at least it's only for 6 weeks here. I have managed to survive them for decades now, I'm sure I will continue to do so. Your flowers are gorgeous, and I hope you are enjoying your day. 🙂
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hopefully you survived the beginning of summer a couple weeks ago… I can just see you, glasses akimbo, scratching your head as bratty kids run between your legs in the deli line, and adults that belong to them try to pretend they are there alone.I send you clear pathways, lots of book sales, quiet evenings filled with the scent of your gorgeous wisteria.
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