My Three Sons

 

Mom investigates the backyard buffet and brings along her ménage.

The Bee's Knees

 One of my brothers, Jack, taught me this joke about 50 years ago:

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Amos.

Amos who?

A mosquito bit me on the knee.

(Well, in this case, it was a hornet.)

Interlopers

 

They made a pass through the back yard, hopped the fence, and headed across the street today.

Slushie or Freezie?

As per tradition, we wrap-up ski season on Memorial Day and come across a geologic depression that has been collecting the spring runoff.  Its temperature is likely in the mid-30F (1 or 2 C) degrees.  Someone decides to skim the pond, and then many others follow.  Over time, it changes shape to look more like a pontoon runway and two other ponds form along side.  Everyone is having a blast on the "beach."  

 

Most skiers and boarders successfully navigate the waters.  However, the few who do not succeed seem to fail in spectacular fashion.   First we see a double failure -- the first guy loses a ski to the water and his follower has no option but to avoid a collision.  I strongly recommend you view this in full screen mode:

 

And then a snowboarder clears the near pond and attempts to dodge the second.  Moments later we see another skier lose confidence and auger into the far pond:

Goldilocks?

 

A little blonde came by to visit this afternoon.

 

Springtime in the Mountains

 

Mother Nature's whimsy.  She frequently reminds us just exactly who is in charge on this planet.

Days in Confused

 

The season started out late, but really came in like gangbusters!