The best days of the year are gone, March to June. The days are getting shorter and hotter, the mosquitoes, deer flies, barn flies and gnats rule, the gardens are all planted and now it’s trying to stay on top of the weeds while fighting off the bugs. Do I sound depressed? Maybe a little, but as Christian keeps reminding me, it’s better than -40°, and I do have to agree. I can go outside barefoot, and I’ve got such lovely colors to look at out my window.