This is our first year at our home on the Lost Coast. And our first taste of the seasons has been memorable.
Fall was splendid. The mosquitoes dwindled and finally disappeared. The gigantic Laurel out back dropped its leaves in great heaps. The light green moss on our wrap-around porch turned bright green with the moisture in the air. And the weather grew colder. Suddenly.
And then with Winter's arrival. Cold. Frigid. Frost. Ice. Snow. Wait, we didn't know it snowed here. Not like 'snow that sticks' snow. And then came the rains. Finally a good investment in woolens for each of us. Lots of fires. And so much firewood.
And now Spring. Glorious spring. The season of my birthday always holds a dear place in my heart. The delicate fragrance of sweet peas. The unfolding petals of the iris. Sunshine on bright new blades of green grass.
And bugs. Oh, the bugs. Our lives are teeming with life now. Besides the five of us, we've had our 6 chicks living in our living room for the past two months. Cheep cheep cheep cheep! And now the snakes are waking and sunbathing. The mice are finding a way into our attic, again and again. The frogs are singing to the skies for more rain, one from below the shower drain in our bathroom. Ahem. The quail are meeting their newest bird member as our chicks begin to explore the yard more thoroughly. The bees, flies, gnats, butterflies, moths, beetles, ladybugs and wasps buzz in clouds throughout the yard. Then suddenly, our bedroom is full of wasps. What is this?! Wasp nest under the house. Ants and termites busily crawling around the porch. And Grandma stood up after our movie the other night only to find a huge scorpion a foot away passing through the living room!
Suddenly this whole thing is reminding me of our time in Suriname. Oh, the bugs and animals of the rainforest. So easily entering our tiny, non-insulated home there. We used to watch our neighbors chickens pass by under our house through the huge gaps in the floorboards. Sweeping was a breeze since everything fell below with one hearty sweep of the broom. But alas, we are in California. And Spring seems to have lots of life to offer besides beautiful blooms and winding plants.
So, question for you all. How does one baby proof for scorpions? ! I'm going to try a strong sense of trust that no more scorpions will enter. Otherwise I'll waste so much energy on fretting.
And I'm a bit curious now. What else does Spring hold before we get our first taste of Summer here?
I'll keep you posted. I think it's guaranteed to be interesting.