We tease a fair amount of gratuitous male nudity here, and several naked male celebrities, as well as shirtless male celebrities, and we have our own standard ‘Male Nudity‘ clause of sorts (we are completely behind it). Today’s post bucks those patterns a bit, as the first swim of the season is documented, and the only nakedness is that of the trees and gardens. 
As I swam through the warm water (Andy went on a heating binge and fired the water up to a toasty 85 degrees, to match the weather a couple of days ago) I marveled at how bare and stark the surroundings felt. Accustomed to the lush and verdant foliage that typically backs the views from the pool, I was struck by how different it looked this early in the season.
The trees were just beginning to leaf out, tentatively sprouting a bit of bright green, and still shy from the winter, and the spring nights that can still plummet. The weeping larch was the furthest along, with its Zone 2 hardiness throwing caution to the April wind. Spring charges toward summer, and suddenly I want it all to slow down.
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