Tourists

Stella here.

Weather f'r human bein's has come back t' Moose Cove! We pulled out th' comforter last night - an' didn't that feel some good, snugglin' down under it!
Me an' Harvey's both in agreement that we ain't cut out f'r hot weather.

It ain't seemed t' bother th' tourists none, though. They're thicker'n flies on fish bait!
Yest'day I went out t' hang out a wash an' there's a fella an' three kids standin' there gawkin' at me. Like I was some kinda ex-hibit or somethin'. Wonder how they'd like it if me an' H. drove up an' watched 'em barbequin' in their back yard.

Seems they get more shameless ev'ry year. Nan Bartlett over t' th' Carriage Road said she woke up one mornin' t' noises downstairs an' went down in her housecoat an' pincurls t' find some woman she ain't never seen b'fore settin' at her kitchen table (Nan never locks her kitchen back door) an' th' woman asks her, "What time d' you start servin' breakfast in this es-tablishment?"... like it was some kinda B&B or somethin'.
Nan said she just stood there gawpin' at her, she was so dumbfounded, an' fin'lly th' woman says, "Well, I never!" an' gets up an' walks out.
Nan tells me she's lockin' her doors from here on in... least until after th' first frost.

That's all I got time t' write jus' now. I'll catch y' later.
Love,
Stella