Welcome to Georgica Stripe. A delicious summer afternoon spent beside the pond, the sound of waves lapping in the distance. “Shall we go for a swim,” she asks as she shades her eyes with a languid hand and takes a sip of a cool martini. “Gin,” she notes, plunking down the ice-flecked glass. “Always.” A plane crisscrosses the cerulean skies and peonies rustle in the breeze. Summer in America. Relaxed. Easy. Perfection.