I haven’t been walking in the mornings lately because there’ve been too many mosquitoes. It’s unbearable. The last time I went I ran the last leg home and told Abby not to let me go again until it was much cooler. It’s looking like it’ll be cooler tomorrow, and that’ll be nice. I’m still going to wear long sleeves and pants, which will hopefully be bearable, since it’ll be cooler. 

The thing that really makes it the worst is that, even though I do my best to protect her, the mosquitoes have a taste for Roby, and her face is covered in red bumps and lumps. She looks like a malnourished street child, which she isn’t. 

While we’re walking I flail around a leafy switch to keep the bugs at bay, and I keep a close watch on Robinia’s sleeping face, swatting away any curious insects. And STILL they manage to bite her. It’s awful. This alone makes me excited for autumn.

Instead of going on a walk I paced around the living room until Roby fell asleep on me and now instead of being in the forest praying and thinking about her and her future and work and family, I’m in my office writing the blog, and she’s sleeping on the carrier. It’s a nice way to writ ethe blog, of course. But I’d rather be out in the forest with her.

I suppose we will be, most of the time. We managed in January and we managed in May, we will again in September and all the months between.