May is always a little bitter sweet. The grass is growing, the gardens sprouting and the trees leafing out. It also means that the black flies have returned for yet another year of bloodsucking annoyance. You can usually set your clock to them... just as spring begins to get really nice, they get really mean.
Last year we had a reprieve. Once in a blue moon... or really... a six inch mother's day snow fall, after the hatch. The 'kill off' gave us another 6 weeks of spring/summer. It actually made me start wishing for a May snowfall.
Irregardless, they are here, and so are we. It makes taking off for a long weekend, or sitting inside even when it is sunny, not seem so sinful.
Tonight I will put on a bugshirt and get a few things done outside. Who ever invented the bugshirt must be sipping a cold one, somewhere without bugs.
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