Winter, and Mosquito Season neatly divided the year in Blue River. As we splashed through ever widening puddles of melting snow, the mosquitoes were beginning to hatch. And then, only weeks later it seemed, the northern winds would bring the first scattered flakes of snow and finish off the last of the mosquito population.
I now live someplace that has neither season. Winter and mosquitoes are both rare visitors here. I don't miss the mosquitoes but winter without snow is taking things too far.
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