[for 5.6.11] 5.31.11-bugs

[note: awhile ago i posted a drabble called silence. the day i posted it i didn't think i would have time to write a drabble. but my pride got the best of me tonight and i wanted to be able to say i wrote 31 drabbles in the month of may-one for every day (without cheating with a previously written drabble). so, without further ado, here is my final drabble]

"You know it's buggy when you can slap your arm and kill 3 mosquitoes"
"Ah!! There's an ant on my napkin!!"
"You have a spider on you!"
"It's hot, the middle of the day and breezy and there are STILL mosquitoes!"
"I was just pulling a couple weeds and there was a tick crawling up my arm"
During the winter I always forget how itchy mosquito bites are, how annoying it is to walk through a spider web and how surprising it is when an ant appears on your napkin.
This is a New England summer.

5.26.11 wisp - a drabble of 100 words

The gentle beauty of a well-kept garden, rimmed round with rocks dug up from the yard. The stately kindness of old homes, built in the days of my great-great-grandparents. The gentle spring breeze, ripe with hints of summer, tickling my hair, heavy with lilac scent. The echo of birds chattering merrily as they bustle from treetop to treetop. The smile of a neighbor sitting on his porch as I walk past. The soothing sound of water trickling in a front yard fountain. You can keep your marble halls, your diamond palaces, your glittering gold. I have springtime in New England.

5.13.11 The Irony of Global Warming

Frozen tendrils of ice blew between the hills buried three feet in snow. Sleet came in torrents, forming ice on every surface. The wind chimes had stopped their chiming, too cold even to move.

Two heavily bundled figures moved slowly down the street.

“I don’t know why I got on that plane,” one shouted above the wind. “I was just thinking I need to get out of Florida, anywhere will do. So I hoped on a random plane. And… well, that was stupid, because now I am stuck here in frozen Siberia!”

“This ain’t Siberia, idiot. This is New England.”