It's going to be 92 degrees out here today. And it's only April 12th. Things are not looking promising for a mild summer. What's worse? The flies are here already, which means my usual perfume of choice-- L'Air du Wheelbarrow-- has now been replaced by the slightly chemical, mildly toxic scent of pesticides and insect repellents. Nothing says "I'm a horsewoman" like the faint scent of pyrethrins wafting off my clothing as I'm standing in line at the grocery store.
The return of our insect friends (where have they all been? vacationing in Bermuda?) has also prompted me to schedule West Nile boosters for both Wally and Wyatt. The vet is coming on Monday, which naturally corresponds with the fact that my paycheck just arrived yesterday. No sooner will my money get deposited in my bank than it'll fly away to pay horse-related bills. Now if I could only get the pesky pests to do the same vanishing act, I'd be happy! ~~~~~~~~~~~