It is a warm, brilliantly sunny day here, and all the critters have come out to play. On my walk just now, I saw a robin hopping along with a worm in its mouth, a mother duck leading a number of baby ducklings into the water for a swim, and lots of summer folks boating and bicycling and jogging and driving around in expensive convertibles.
Yep, I'm a local yokel in an idyllic country town that happpens to be the summer destination for a lot of rich city folks and wealthy retirees. I kind of like that aspect of my town. Fortunately, my town is not as well known as a lot of other vacation destinations so it is not intolerably packed during the summer. It has just the right amount of human activity to seem festive. The only time it gets annoying is during the week when I am actually living my normal life and have things that I have to get DONE. There is nothing worse than trying to get from point A to point B to finish the first of a hundred items on your "to do" list only to find yourself stuck behind some vacationers on a relaxed, scenic drive.
Of course, all the summer people are impossibly good looking, wholesome, outdoorsy, and athletic, and they all have the perfect gear and equipment for whatever activity they are engaged in. That combined with the pristine appearance of the area where I live makes me feel as though I am walking through a J. Crew catalogue. I feel as though I need to get spruced up instead of going on my walk wearing wind pants and an oversized t-shirt. Or I can hope that my bedraggled appearance qualifies as "local color."