I have a neighborhood-sized back yard lined with mature trees. It holds just about the amount of nature I can stand. Or it did. Lately nature is exploding all over the place and ruining my screens, flip-flops and fragile emotional balance.
Spring ended with a crash last week when it smashed smack dab into July. I love the warmer temperatures and the sun. Oh, sun, you beautiful star. But the suddenness of the warm weather appears to have turned our back yard into the Island of Dr. Moreau. Things have mutated and grown malevolent.