I did not have much of a thing with mosquitoes. That is until we visited
a famous plantation home on the Cape Fear river near Wilmington,
North Carolina one summer. We were especially excited to view
Orton Plantation's extensive flower gardens.
But, soon as we all climbed out of the car. we were attacked by black
clouds of the insects even though we had on repellent. We ran back to the car
with my young nephew crying and screaming, "We're not going to ever come
back here, are we?"
So ended that memorable trip covered with hundreds of itchy bites.
thousands of lotus blossoms
look up at the sun
Published - Cattails - Spring- 2016
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016
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