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DH gouged his inner thigh bloody removing the first tick of the season. Such is life in Westchester County, where we have an abundance deer and their ticks. When I first moved down here from Canada, I didn't understand all the fuss about ticks and Lyme disease, even after I found a stubborn bugger burrowing into my flesh. I still go barefoot. Call it denial if you will, but I don't think a tick will be the architect of my demise.
Welcome to Westchester Wednesdays. I blog so much about the area I live in, I figured I might as well focus on specific people and places.
Yesterday, I joined DH on some errands in downtown Hastings-on-Hudson, N.Y. It's one of the river towns at the edge of the Hudson River, a scant thirty-two minutes from Grand Central Station. http://www.hudsonriver.com It's former working class neighborhood now gentrified, but it retains a layer of earthiness.
The sudden heat wave caused a riotous early blooming of wisteria, tulips and cherry blossoms. An acupuncturist has a lovely Zen garden almost spilling onto the sidewalk of the main drag of Warburton Ave. It was the prettiest I'd seen the street lately, apart from all the store "For Rent" signs. Not a good sign.