In the Summertime
Summer is not my favorite time of the year. When I lived Virginia, there was the hot, muggy air and the ubiquitous mosquitoes. After living there about 5 years, I grew up in the desert mountains of northern New Mexico, I finally got somewhat acclimated to the humidity and seemingly immune to mosquitoes.
By contrast, now that I’m back in north-central New Mexico, summer is filled with searingly hot days and warm nights and the ever-present fear of another forest fire. It seems we’re determined to burn down our mountains. More than 75% of our state tree, the Pinon (ever heard of pinenuts?) have succumbed to the Pine Bark Beetle infestation and the drought – going on 7 years now – and the above mentioned forest fires. The Pinon tree is a v-e-r-y s-l-o-w growing tree. Their loss is traumatic.
But, even though I don’t like the summer as much as I do autumn and winter, we do have plans. I’m looking forward to seeing the Pacific Northwest, namely Victoria, Canada when we cruise to Alaska (our third cruise there, but we’ve never stopped at Victoria.) And later we’ll spend a week in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. So long as Colorado isn’t busy burning down their forests, it should be a pleasant visit. Then, in the fall, hopefully at the peak of a very good color season, we’ll visit the Berkshires for a week and even make a day, or day/night, visit to the coast to see Salem and Boston.
Daily prompt: In the Summertime
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