It’s the last day of April, and it was a beautiful one. Still, given the rest of this month, these May flowers I’ve been told about had best be something special.

Good weather brings ants. We get a pest control man in around this time every year, but there’s always a few kicking around so long as the weather outside is pleasant. These are not the soul devouring fire ants of my childhood, but wee teeny black ants, hell bent of finding every last crumb in the house. It is now my theory that the impending arrival of is are the real impetus for Spring Cleaning.

I noticed that my entry for April 30 last year was about running; I took my first run for a long time. What I failed to mention was the resulting agony and stiffness I felt the next day. Since then, I’ve been running more or less regularly. It hasn’t gone as smoothly as I’ve hoped, but I’m still proud of how far I’ve come and don’t see how I could have made it through the past year without it.

Somehow it feels like I’m waiting for something to happen. Perhaps a May flower.