Maybe

May has been late this year, maybe, but has come with a vengeance this last week or so of idyllic weather. May blossom always reminds me of my father: his birthday was in May and each year it was a race to see whether that or May blossom would come first.

Yesterday morning I took my first, fleeting swim in the L. To do this and get back in time to take breakfast in solitude requires getting up earlier than usual, although even so at this time of the year the sun is up before me. Those that miss this time of the day miss the best part of the day IMHO, but then it is best partly because They miss it!

Early morning swim

May blossom

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...