The may blossom (it's late this year) is beautiful this year - it always reminds me of my father, whose birthday was in May.
On my (barefoot) run this morning I went down to the lake hoping to swim but had to abort because the crack under my left big toe was hurting. It's always the left big toe that develops the crack in spite of care I give it. So I have duly administered pink Germolene and Elastoplast.
Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? |
Still trying for the perfect selfie... |
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