Instead of focusing on all the obvious joys of summer, I focused on the things I gripe about most. I told summer I would learn to welcome the humidity that turns my hair into a rat’s nest. I promised to: faithfully wear sunscreen and to double my SPF to number eight; to workout in the heat without complaining or get up before dawn if I couldn’t take the stickiness; to be grateful for the money I save because my home does not have central air; and to embrace yard work as both a physically and mentally cathartic exercise.
Then it happened! I remembered my number one complaint about summer—BUGS!
I struggled to come to grips with my nemesis, to find a single redeeming quality in the stinkbug that pops up out of the blue, scaring the bejabbers out of me, or the army of carpenter ants that try relentlessly to invade the perimeters.
At that very moment my heart warmed to this winter with its consecutive days of sub-freezing temperatures, for days like these kill larvae.
There’s something to be said about balance!
Thank you, Old Man Winter.