This is it. Summer's window doesn't magically open on July fourth and stay open 'til Labor Day, like a dairy bar's. In this state of reduced expectations, when any month of the year can breed a clutch of cold, rainy weeks, it doesn't pay to wait. Right now is when the days are long and the sun is strong. It's time for me to take the bug dope in hand and get out there, before I find myself muttering unattractively about how the light is shot.
[image is of a Gretchen Dow Simpson print, "Cottage Street II"]
