The sky is shot-through with bugs, this time of year

Their little bodies are caught in your hair, on your face, and smashed on your glasses

Sometimes they like to sting you

Diving right to you—————-RUN, I think, but instead I snap a photo 🙂

Then taking off like a speeding plane

I mean…after all…I have to see if I can get a photo.

I think you know me well enough by now. 🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda