The Changing Seasons: May 2019

May has been a month of much reduced  writing (in the wake of April’s month of Poetry Writing), lots of recreational baking (read: baked goods consuming). Also a great deal of marvelling & cheering my Dogged Dad on as he recuperates from his ICU ordeal.

Ran past this Red Junglefowl one morning.

I think of him every time I see roosters – he loves all manner of birds and these particular creatures with their majestic airs remind me of the perseverance & tenacity with which he has pursued his rehabilitation.

Thank you all who have thought of and asked after him. I am happy to report that he is as fit as he was before the hospitalisation, and is now aiming to improve his breathing & fitness beyond that.

Even as I contemplate my 2nd reBirthday (I have decided to mark my reBirthdays on Pentecost, which falls on June 9 this year), I wonder if I learnt my resoluteness from him, perhaps if there is a gene for doggedness, maybe i inherited that from him. Regardless, I am grateful for another year to marvel at the awesome, to bask in the sunshine of friendships, to enjoy each day as it unfolds.

Here are some of the fruits of my baking:


Feature Photo: Robertson Bridge by night, captured during a night run.

This is my contribution to The Changing Seasons hosted by sublime Su at zimmerbitch.

5 Replies to “The Changing Seasons: May 2019”

  1. I am very glad that your dad is recovering so well; reliance is obviously a family trait.
    Your baking looks delicious as always and thank you for the music — my cue to dance like there’s no-one watching (and thankfully there isn’t).

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