...and we haven't had a single frosty night yet.
As one result, the stable-fly outbreak has not been checked at all. I've been killing all the flies I can, in the house and on the porch, but poor Mary doesn't have a thick enough coat to save herself, and so she gets bitten.
She's also the primary vector for them to get in the house. They just hitch a ride. I've taken to getting her excited before letting her in the door. If you just talk to her a little bit, say "good girl, Mary-dog," she likes that, and gets worked up a little, and jumps up and down a little, shedding the dozen or so flies that are riding on her.
Then you open the door.
These are nasty buggers, too. Suppose you have slacked off and let one in the house. Suppose you're taking a nap on the couch, reading, or watching TV, and one of these settles on your foot.
It will bite you right through a thick sock.
And then when you splat them with the fly-swatter, all that Mary- or Mick-blood also goes splat. Pretty gross.
This will be the first year that we've had tomatoes lingering on the vines into October. The leeks seem to be enjoying it, and the sheeps' grass has put on a growth spurt. Usually we begin to feed hay this time of year. When it rains you see frogs on the road at night, a sight usually reserved for spring. Today we have a tropical storm remnant, and 70 degree rain. Heavy rain at times, but not refreshing.
We're supposed to get 25 degree nights and 60 degree days in late September/early October, and when it rains it should be 45 degrees and cold. This doesn't sound like good weather to most folks, I know, but to me it sounds like work -- being able to work outdoors without sweating! I look forward to fall work. It's the best time of the year. Instead we have flies, frogs, and mugginess. At least the firewood will certainly last the winter.
So this might be a harbinger of the regular Maine fall climate of the next few decades. This feels like the fall I spent in Georgia, not Maine.
I want my frosts back!