Summer is Icumen In

July 4th we have guests arriving and the last ones leave in the middle of August. We can’t persuade anyone to come visit during the rest of the year.  Summertime, and the livin' is busy.

Maine is quiet nine months of the year

Then the bugs and tourists appear

With the first sign of frost

Their interest is lost

And quickly they’re all out of here.

I have a lot of painting and trim work to do to get the house ready.

It’s still May, it’s not even June

There’s so much that I should be doin’

To prepare for the day

When the guests come to stay

I ought to start panicking soon.