Posting a blog later than normal today. So beautiful that I couldn’t resist having breakfast out on the deck. Does having quinoa/oatmeal toast balance the bacon, and the egg that just had to be fried in bacon grease?

I woke to traffic sounds today that were emanating from Route 28. Not a normal sound for us. We live in a quiet area off of an older access road. But this is not the start of a normal week. Even at the crack of dawn, the cars, laden with bikes and boogie boards, are wending their way to our little corner of the world. When you’re connected to the mainland by two bridges, experienced people (i.e. those who have sat in traffic for hours in the past) plan ahead. People in those cars at 5 A.M. might be tired, but I bet they are congratulating themselves for zipping over the bridge instead of sitting in a major backup.

The week that includes July 4 is like Christmas down here, only a whole lot warmer. There’s excitement in the air. From what I can tell, a lot of people must have headed down a day or two early. I drove through town yesterday behind a scenic trolley, giving me plenty of time to notice that all of the restaurants with outdoor seating were bustling with activity. Our sleepy winter hamlet becomes a bustling tourist mecca in the summer. Especially this week.

I don’t mind. I’ll happily share the beaches and breezes and sunsets that draw people here. Besides, I know all the shortcuts and back roads.