Finally, at long last, Mama Nay and I have reached an amicable agreement. Promises have been made, deals have been sealed, and harmony has been restored to the kingdom.
My new mantra? Thou Shalt Not Complain…well, at least regarding weather-related issues.
Let’s face it, this was one long badass winter and it’s still quite fresh in my mind.
Maybe by July the memories of extreme cold and piles of white crapola might fade, but the process will be slower than other years—and with good reason.
But on to the cheer…it’s summer in the Adirondacks!
Birdies singing, flowers blooming, folks returning from their winter happy places, PR AT WORK, and Lucky Dogs grilling up the Hofmann’s.
Life is good. And not just for us humans. Apparently The Holy Trilogy in the bug world is just a’thriving also.
Father Mosquito, Son Deer Fly, and the Holy Spirit Black Fly, who sits at the right hand of the Father, have clearly been just as starved as we for warmth and companionship.
Aren’t they super friendly…and really really BIG this year? Why, one can barely swat these steroid-induced fellas. It appears that they are in fact, unkillable.
Oh Mama Nay, I so adore your sense of humor! And just look at me holding up my Thou Shalt Not Complain end of the bargain—I’m complimenting your bugs!
See? A gal of my word, just like I promised.
How ‘bout we chat about the pretty yellow coating of crud that your trees throw up all over everything?
Yup, such a challenge to keep up with, and the way it just sticks to virtually each and every surface is so flattering.
Thanks for keeping us in tip-top shape with the constant wipey wiping required.
And shall we mention the runny noses and eyes that accompany this time of year?
Love you, Mama!! Thanks for the cleansing of the nasal passages! I will simply choose to view this season through my pollen-dusted cheaters…it’s all good.
My personal favorite? The way the great Father Mosquito has the capability of buzzing me while I sleep.
There’s nothing quite like that nocturnal harmony so close to your ear, and really, how funny must that look to you Mama?
Watching us blindly flailing in the dark, or as Marie Imundo handles it, “Covers over head, shoo towards Rob, pray for it to bite him and be done with it.” I do so love that gal.
Nope, no complaints here. Just the utmost respect and admiration for Mama.
Keep the sunshine coming, please. And let us all have a safe and happy summer!