The Best and Pests of Summer

I wait for the summer. I love it when I can open my windows in the early morning hours and hear the sweet sound of song birds as a balmy breeze gently stirs the window sheers. I love sitting outside on the porch for breakfast and strolling through the neighborhood after dinner. And I love coming back into the house and soaking in that first cool shot from the air conditioners.

Summer is a happy time with sunlight from early morning to early evening. It’s when i want to purge – toss the clutter and make things fresh and airy again. It’s the time for planning new adventures – and taking some.

That’s the best of summer.

The pests of summer, however, are another story.

I’m guessing you know these pests and have done everything in your power to avoid them, nasty little bastards that they are.

Of what am I speaking? Why those disgusting little bloodsuckers, of course – mosquitoes.

I cannot tell you how vicious those beasts have been this year. And they’re so brazen, too! They must be industrial strength mosquitoes, or maybe they’re just shouldering a higher level of New York attitude. I don’t know. What I do know is that I am one big itch. From the center of my back -just out of reach – to the top, bony part of my littlest toes. Yes – toes. Plural. I have no doubt one little beastie strolled from toe to toe taking nibbles as he went. Dang it all. It’s not even a spot you can really dig in and get a satisfying scratch… and yet the itch is torture.

I’m thinking of buying stock in Benadryl cream. Without that, I’m sure I would have scratched myself skinless by now.

How many bites do I have total so far? Try 25. Yes. Twenty-five. And summer is only half over. Not that I want to rush it, you know. I mean, despite the pests, there’s still the best to look forward to.