They call it June, June, June

June is busting out all over.

Well, not really. The weather is still mostly gray, cold and rainy here at the very tip-end of Cape Cod.

The biped and I have recently moved to what is truly the very tip end of the Cape. We have a two-digit address near the beginning of Commercial Street. From our window, we can look into Provincetown Harbor at where they Mayflower dropped anchor in 1620. It's a beautiful new space with a beautiful little garden and we are both thrilled to be here. These are from when the biped was still getting things set up. I was trying out the couch.



This is just after the flokati arrived (thanks Kay for the great suggestion--it's FABULOUS!)



This time of year, though, when the sun is out, you see everyone out on the street. Here I am with some friends I ran into in front of the boatslip!


And sunset is becoming a major event. I went with the biped to Herring Cove the other night. We met Tiny there with his mega-huge camper. He drove from Chicago in it. The sunset was nice, too.