Snow? Blackflies? Let me give that a little thought, a very little thought. You left out the mosquitoes, the mud, the cold rain, and a lots of other little details.

But then you also left out the special warmth of a room heated by a wood fire. The smell of a wet wool coat and the special earthy smell of early spring with snow piled by the road and the fields showing brown. The comfort of sitting by a window drinking tea while the wind blows the rain around the corner of the house. That special deep blue of a spring sky and the awe of the first warm day in May, the first robin and the first crocus, the peepers filling the evening with their calls, and the fun of the late spring snow shower trying to extend winter just a few days longer.

Yeah, there are times when I miss all that.