Jack & a Sultry Heat

It's May here, sprigtime, with delicate scents of Lilac and Carnations drifting enticingly through my senses on a lazy breeze! With the mercury pushing thirty-one lovely degrees celcius, and a cloudless, azul sky there is little to complain about! All that's absent is a horizon that is unmistakably imprinted with the jagged, snow capped peaks of a million beautiful mountains! This is after all, Ontario... an unmistakably beautiful province with warm lakes to dip toes adorned with brightly coloured nails, to launch canoes and whitewater boats, to cruise and ride to your hearts content... all the while making selfless donations of quarts of your blood to the hungry but discreet blackflies and mosquitoes! A feast for your senses, truly, as well as the local insect populus!

An experiment probably tried by countless outdoor minded Ontarians... drink ample amounts of Jack and lets see if the critters actually get stoned from sipping on our blood! Ya, maybe a bit tainted, a hint of remorse and intense longing... for what you ask? Have you been to the mountains? If you're an outdoorsy type, and the answer is yes, then I'm preaching to the quire, aren't I!?! Never been you say... make it a point, a goal, one of those things on your bucket list! If you've been and it has not had any effect on you at all, then find another blog... 
Sipping the Jack, feeling the sultry sting of humidity prevalent here in this wonderful province, looking at clouds on the horizon and imagining with brief sparks of intense rapture that they are indeed mountains and you have managed to teleport to where you truly want to be... more Jack please, it's working... until tomorrow!