Cloudy, cool, calm, confusing, considering it's the end of the first week of July and June set record high temperatures throughout the state, country, and world. From what we've noticed so far this summer, poison ivy thrives during hot, dry spells. Deer flies seem more abundant this July than in years past, but that could just be a result of repressed memories. Earlier this week I saw someone walking their dog along a gravel road beside a local pond and they (the walker, not the dog) were actually wearing one of those blue deer fly traps coated with sticky stuff. I probably should have stopped to thank him for thinning out the population. If I were as smart as I like to think I am, I'd actually make one of those traps myself and wear it when I walk the dog(s) at mid-day.
home to ticks and deer flies and ...
Photo by J. Harrington
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Actually, I've almost made those traps a couple of different years. What usually happens is that, by the time I'm annoyed enough with the deer flies, it's often late enough in the season that they'll be mostly gone when the supplies would be ordered, delivered and assembled. Plus, I'm not sure where the hat, or hats, would be stored that either the Better Half, or I, or one of the dogs, wouldn't end up with it inadvertently stuck on one or more of us'uns.
We seem to be getting past the worst of the tick season, at least the dogs aren't showing up with quite as many in their ears or crawling on their coats. From what I've read, milder winters and related factors in our North Country are resulting in growing populations. Since we feed the dogs edible heartworm and tick treats once a month, it would be great if some outfit would make a comparable treatment for us humans.
Between the weather and the bugs and other obligations, we haven't reached a point of deciding "too hot, too cold, too wet, too windy, too buggy? TOO BAD! We're going outside for some fresh air." Not yet, but we can see it from here.
Listen to the Deer Tick Sing
I wait for you to cometo brush your shoe againstthe blade of grass I'm sitting ontouch me with your handas you reach for one lastviolet to take homeor pick up a worm to placegracefully in the gardeneven better if you lieon a hillside to watch the sunsetor breathe in starsI will feel your warmth, burymy head next to that freckleon your calf, that hairon your forearm, or just behindthe lobe of your left earI promise not to take too muchblood into my swelling bodyonly what I think I needand I will neverlet you know I am herethough I will love youdeeply
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