Something in the air

. . . And I don't mean just the jasmine, which has turned out a trillion trumpets on both sides of the parking space, with most of them just at the edge of the porch.

The other scent comes from that truck you can hear coming a block away, making a clattering sound like a card-flapping bicycle on mega-mambo steroids. It's spraying mosquito-killer, and the noise at least gives you the chance to dodge indoors until the mist settles.

Mind you, I'm not complaining, because we've just had (at least) two cases of dengue fever, the first in Florida in 40 years or so, and the health department is testing all around Old Town to see if there are asymptomatic carriers.

About 400 bucks of our annual property taxes goes to the Mosquito Control District, and at least I'm getting something for the money.