I really wanted the front “yard” to be a lovely meadow in which Bambi would stroll. The hard truth is that the long grasses are havens for mosquitoes. We have been in a battle to find plants that deter the nasty buggers, natural mosquito repellants and such. I’m all about keeping it “green”. However, I will not be held hostage in my home because the skeeters have claimed their area.
Today, I took the weed whacker to the long grasses around the deck. (This was after I had collected the afternoons swath of slugs.) I whacked the crap out of the grass around the deck and the mosquitoes were not happy. Then I set forth to the mailbox – through the “meadow” across the property. Holy freaking moly, I became a cloud. Skeeters swarmed me.
Okay – I get it now. I hate lawns. Hate them. Stupid waste of time and energy. Oh my – in the lush forest here in the Pacific Northwest a lawn (or mowed meadow) may be the first line of defense against mosquitoes. Who’d a thunk? Not me.
Am I discouraged? Not a chance. Recently we made a quick trip to California. It was spectacular. Lake Tahoe and rafting on the Truckee River. I looked at that crystal clear blue sky. Had we made the correct decision? Oh yes. We came back to the Island and a huge sigh of relief ensued. I will take the skeeter battle and the slug war and love every minute. Forge ahead. I refuse to whine and moan – join in life and live it. Please.