An Ode to Screened in Porches

If I were Keats I would have written an Ode to screened in porches instead of Autumn. He made those nasty gnats sound wonderful in his ode to Autumn
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies

Lucy's window boxes were beautiful-BUGS BAD

Why oh why have they returned? I thought they were a spring thing and with the arrival of cooler air would just die. Oh how wrong I was. We were ready to capture some wonderful views from Lucy's porch on September 1st, but the bugs were horrible! (maybe we can blame Jimmy) It didn't take much "arm twisting" when Joann offered us her screened in porch. Believe me it was a unanimous decision. She has some wonderful views of North Mountain and the woods. Some of us worked on previous unfinished pieces or just tried out some new techniques, but as always we enjoyed ourselves.

Just a quick note - the week before Pat offered her screened in porch for painting (I was in Corning visiting the glass museum getting very inspired). A big thank you Pat for hosting our "little" group - you managed to pull in seven painters. I must be doing something wrong. No pictures for her group, but lots of wonderful remarks.