The endless continuous buzz of flies

Our patio is a cement slab that was laid in the 1970s. The cement is circled by a chokecherry tree, several stooped elms, and a lilac bush, making the space a cool, green cove most hours of the day. On the cement sits an aging set of mismatched patio furniture which I badly repainted in an attempt to create a shabby chic vibe, but is probably better described as just shabby. The aforementioned…