One of the longest days in history, mine anyway. The weather was beautiful. First picture below at noon today, the second at 6:00 p.m. I did some light yardwork, but the going was oh so slow. I sat on the front step and finally detected signs of life in the lilies of the valley planted there. There were about a thousand plants last year, and they got overrun with creeping mint and spread into the lawn, so we mowed over them. They were so late this year I thought they might have died, but as I sat on the step, I saw a tiny little sprout and then another, and a third. They seemed to grow as I watched; in the past I've actually seen the flowers unfold; they spring open right before my eyes.
I also encountered, as I sat there, the first mosquito of the season---lank and rangy and fast-moving, but I waited it out until I dispatched it. One down. It brought to mind ticks. I have a collection of 24 scotch-taped ticks, which I plucked either off my skin or dug out. A few were too fragmented to photograph, In the summer of 2018, I tested positive for the B. burgdorferi infection, after experiencing weakness in my arms. 20 days of antibiotics cured that, or so I hope.Last summer
I bought some tick repellent and sprayed it on my shoes and saw only 1 tick on me, I'll use it this year when I can find it.
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