I am a bit behind on posting…well, a lot behind, but there’s another story there that I will tell later. Anyhow, I think I have mentioned that I hate winter and all things cold (except cold Mt Dew and frozen Snickers bars, and air conditioning), but I do get a special joy when we get our first frost. Our first good solid frost came Saturday morning. So, on Saturday morning, when I saw the sparkle of the ice on the leaves, I gave a 21 raspberry salute to all of the dang mosquitoes that died.
I am not exactly sure why, but we seem to have an extra helping of mosquitoes around our place. We go to other places around Charleston and it doesn’t seem to bad. I guess there must be swamp land near by…that or else my gutters are jammed up with leaves that hold extra water longer than they should even though I try to keep them clean in spite of the two gigantic trees towering overhead that shed stuff spring, summer, and fall (whew, what a sentence!) Yeah, probably swamp land.
Anyhow, we’ve had our frost and I got to to see the pretty look of the ice on the grass. My volunteer tomatoes and herbs are dead. Now, let’s get back to summer, shall we?