It is now, officially, summer.
Other than the sunshine, the warmer temperatures, and the gardeners wanting the plots tilled, I know it from the number of motorcycles running about and the Snow Bird mobiles coming through.
And the Garage Sales.
Various villages are advertising certain days for intercity sales and the paper is full of For Sales.
Even the storage units are getting into the act with sealed bids for the rent and listing bunches of stuff for sale.
From the listings folks that suffered the recent depression are losing household goods that will cost quite a bit to replace. Sofa’s, recliners, tables and chairs, hutches and sideboards.
Makes a fellow wonder where the people went and how it is with them that they gave up all those things for bad rental debts or if they met with more success than they had here and replaced the stuff wherever there might be.
Noticed that two of the sales were woman’s clothes and baby clothes. A thoughtful pause there.
Didn’t see any guns for sale, though the auctions carried a few and auctions are down in number. It appears except for death the estates made their big generational transitions one and two years ago.
Perhaps the county is stable again and remain so for a few years. Although from the criminal cases in the paper the younger generation getting into trouble has two age groups.
The truly young, around seventeen to twenty four; and, the other group is around fifty-ish to fifty-ish four or five.
What that second group represents I haven’t either a clue nor the patience to plot it out for my personal edification.
From the reaches,