Summer is on and you know how I know that? Because it’s warm? No. Because the farm stand is open? No. Because I went paddle boarding in Noyac Bay? No.
I know it’s summer because I was driving along a beautiful and serene country road in the Hamptons, enjoying the farmland scenery when a Range Rover carrying an arsehole came speeding up behind me and then passed me on a curve and almost hit the car in front of me.
THAT’s how you know it’s summer, my chickadees and welcome to it!