Grandson Grant graduates high school on Friday. He gets to walk across the stage with his “cap and gown”, move the tassle from one side to the other and it will be official. It is on to Ames, Iowa (Iowa State) in the Fall. Congratulations to Grant.
The perils of Summer are upon us. I trimmed up some bushes and got several blisters on my hand. I showed my injury to Grasshopper No.3. He reached down and grabbed some dirt and rubbed it on my blisters. Where is the love?
We have flies! I guess that goes with Summer. I am still pretty quick with a fly swatter. I remember when my Grandma Myrna would take me (I was about 10-12 years old) to visit her family farm where she grew up. The farm was located near Mukwonago and was in declining condition (Myrna’s folks were in their 80’s). The farm was an incubator for flies. The house had screens and screen doors but flies were everywhere. Every visitor got their own fly swatter. Instead of playing games on an ipod like kids would do today, swatting flies provided the entertainment. Actually flies are “dirty” little bastards. Ah, the memories of Summer on the farm.
I’m told that mosquitos have taken over Northern Wisconsin. The conditions have been superb for incubation and growth. It takes the fun out of a walk in the woods, swimming along the beaches and outdoor picnics.
On the positive side, I love the early morning smells of Summer. The air is cool. Humidity is high. Everything is growing. Flowers are fragrant. And in the early morning hours, the flies, and mosquitos and other critters aren’t “out yet”.
Summer is short. Enjoy the best it has to offer!
Love,
Dad