Unwanted guests…
And so life goes… Just as the backyard is at its most beautiful and the weather is strangely cool and spring-ish: the mosquitos arrive. I got bit five times the other night before I called it quits. And yes, it’s a bit early for the skeeters, but it almost doesn’t matter, because before I become the mosquitos dinner, some other fine winged creature finds death by drowning in my rosé or landing in my salad.
Hmmm.
Last year, I came so close to buying some of these food covers - they are really an outdoor entertaining necessity in the South - but the storage factor got in the way. (As it always will when your house was built in 1927) But this year, there will be something between my potato salad and those unwanted guests. Space be damned.
Now, to find a mosquito net for my wine glass…
Photo via Anthropologie
