Summer – a poem.

In Finland, when the mozzies get so bad that there are more of the rotten buggers than the angry, splashing droplets of falling rain, you sit indoors, gratefully looking at the insect screens which keep the blood-sucking monsters outside while you have every fan switched on (inside the house) just so you can breathe.

Please enjoy my short artistic expression of appreciation for the heat that makes me squelch when I walk indoors:


Oddly enough, both of my cats seem completely unphased.

Rosie xx


One thought on “Summer – a poem.

  1. Wow, it’s that hot in Finland? Switzerland is only pleasantly warm at the moment. Good luck with the heat wave!!

    Kathrin —


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