If I were a honeybee I’d be all over this fine-looking flower
Day one of bug-streaked windshield today. It’s been a few years since I’ve been here in Ontario to kick the summer off in buggy gut style. I didn’t miss May’s black fly season. Or the horse flies in July. Then again, I distinctly remember flying my bike to work one day on the wings of several thousand gigantic Arctic mosquitoes. It’s impossible to miss bug season no matter where you winter… or summer. In Male, instead of bugs, there were clouds of tiny stinging algae trapped in my wetsuit. If I could, which pest-ridden option would I choose? The latter of course. Any scenario that lands me coated in sea salt, sunning on a dhoni, and headed home for a big lunch is tops; stingy legs or not!
lovely.