It’s crape myrtle season! Here’s a crape myrtle:
I think they’re quite nice, and they don’t have any pointy droppings or anything like that. If however there are crape myrtles in your neck of the woods and you’re giving the barefoot thing a go, be prepared for the occasional moment of alarm. I just looked at my foot and saw what I thought was a nasty blood blister on my big toe. My first thought was “How can I blame shoes for this?” Then I remembered last summer. It was a crape myrtle flower petal stuck to my toe.
A little later in the season, the flowers are more juicy and can leave stains that look like bruises. In the fall they drop their seeds, which look like they should hurt to run on but actually are not bad at all.
All in all, a small price to pay for such a lovely tree. I mean, shrub.
What is of concern for shoe-wearers, at least those running the Rotary Club of Kernersville 4th of July 5k, is that I’ve got my shorty-shorts on and have been practicing my 180 degree turns. You’ll know I’m coming for you not by the sounds of my feet, which like monks have taken a vow of silence, but rather by the desperate and a little pathetic gasps of air emitting from my whiny baby lungs. And I might be whimpering, too. Like a little lamb. So if you hear a gasping and whimpering little lamb behind you, be concerned.