is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, shining
Dull roots with spring rain. - T.S.Eliot
I'm not sure I know what T.S. meant except for the cruellest part. The little illustration to the left is a pathetic lie. As I look out the window, there's an April shower, alright...a freezing April shower. It is falling on dirty, rotted snow and dead, dull mud. Then it freezes forming a heavy slick layer that makes walking treacherous and driving plain dangerous. April showers, indeed.
The forecast doesn't hold much hope. If it cools down (and it will), the rain will turn to snow. It shouldn't last long at this time of year. My resident forecaster and pessimist assures me that the snow will still be here in the third week of April or maybe longer.
The Canada geese have returned from the south. I saw one couple sitting at the edge of a small, frozen slough- a puddle really. They seemed to be frowning and thinking, "WTF!" There was a female robin in our mountain ash tree last week. We tried to feed her. There's always fish bait (worms) in their gross plastic container in the fridge. She didn't get it. The gophers are doing their best to enjoy what might become spring and a few have already met sad ends as road kill. The deer are in herds, looking for whatever food is appearing from the snow. Pussy willows? Tulips? Crocuses? Don't make me cry. It's going to be a while.
Will spring ever get here? We're hoping. In a little over a month, camping season should be officially underway. May long...everyone gets out the gear for it.
In the meantime, April is the cru
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