I’m told there comes a time when a girl has got to get up, and get out. And when it comes, there’s just no fighting it. Apparently that time came for Dea today. And so, obviously, she went straight to Bay Hay to check out the straw. Because, duh.
Word on the street is that summer really got into her today. A little adventuring in the car, a toe back in the garden, and a brand new fire in her belly to ward off the (decidedly rascally) rabbits that took up shop in those garden beds while the garden queen was otherwise distracted.
If you’re looking for her out about town, tune your radar for the pair of island women cruising the Aurora Florialis rig – CarolAnn at the helm, windows down, sentimental oldies thumping the bass as they pass. If you make a sighting, and want to lure them in, I hear they’re biting on cheap champagne and a crispy toast to clear lymph nodes. Here’s to that…
