Bambi Lives in My Backyard
I hear it's 100 degrees in the city. But I am in the Paradise Village of Orient, New York on the North Fork of Long Island. Here in this capsule community, like Garrison Keillor's Lake Woebegon, the air is fragrant, birds rule the air waves and children ride their bikes one-handed down the middle of the street.
I've rented a charming cottage which is well appointed in tasteful decor. The walls are white and devoid of seaside-themed art. Lavender flowers frame the front steps. From the kitchen window I have a view of a woodland which is messy in a woodland way, in that trees have been allowed to split and fall where they may and thick vines intertwine the underbrush. There is a clearing where a fawn sometimes sleeps.