I hate the summer for all the road kills
skunks, their babies, raccoon’s, foxes
squirrels and even cats.
They each have a right to live
yet, fall victim to our need for speed.
I love the summer for the colours it brings
gardens planted… in full bloom share their
joy to please an eye which cares to gaze.
I love the summer for the warmth, not excessive
heat which drains and, cannot be escaped.
Driving home one day a big butterfly flew
straight into the car’s grill,
(convinced it was dead, the guilt I felt was immense)
25 minutes later, home, I get out and see some
pretty spotted yellow and brown wings poking
out from where hood meets grill
gently tickled at the wings to get it out
and, found it still alive.
It sat on my finger for a few moments
then, flapped its wings and flew off into
felt I had just seen one of God’s
small miracles which made (for me)
a perfect summer’s day.
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I have an auto-immune disease (S.L.E. or, Lupus)and while there are many symptoms one is that it leaves people allergic to so many different things. Not having been born in Canada I have no immunity to so many of the summer bugs which arrive in the heat. Mosquito’s were bad for me at one time but, I seem to be better with them this year. There’s one kind of fly which as soon as it lands on me injects some kind of venom which my body reacts instantly too and immediately comes up in a blister which unless I double dose on anti histamine for a few days quickly spreads out and threatens to turn into cellulitis. I hate the bug sprays, all those chemicals cannot be good for you to breathe in either, so, while I love the sunshine, I hate the bugs and the intense heat too.
Late spring and early autumn in Canada are mine and Chloe’s fav times. No bugs, no heat, no ice, no snow. LOL
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