I imagine some of you have flagpole holders. It's a fairly common dwelling accoutrement in the USA. The day we moved in, I dutifully flew some fake flowers, struggling to cut the wires with my best sewing scissors. Word to the wise: Bad idea. Well, now that it's August 1 and we have been living for four months in Casapinka, it's time for some rituals. Today, the Changing of the Flowers begins and I'm trying to decide if I should go with purple or pink.
And while on the topic of flowers, I was having a bad day yesterday (and thanks so much for all the pizza in the bath support - a girl needs that.) I was leaving the house and saw that someone had left two sets of flowers on the porch. I was so happy to see them although I don't have a clue what you do with that six pack of pink prettiness. I really like the neighbors around our neck of the woods - they do things like this often. I especially liked that I was miles from Casapinka in a liquor store yesterday afternoon, picking up kids from the camp bus and buying a bottle of Mommy Time Out. Up walked this woman with four jumbo bottles of Franzia, Boone's County or whatever and said, "Are you Pink? I'm your neighbor up the street - I met you at the 4th of July parade!" She didn't leave the flowers on our porch but maybe she'll share her honkin' bottles of wine when I have another pizza in the bathtub kind of day. Another very pleasant Rhode Island moment.