April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Opening lines of The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
How can you say that, Mr. Eliot? Look at that trillium!
Regard that sky, those greens!
Consider these tiny pink cones on this evergreen, Thos. S.!
See the evergreen lifting its branches in celebration!
Tom! Have you looked at the blossoms of the blueberry . . .
or the Flying Dragon trifolate orange?
Tommy! (Is it all right if I call you Tommy? I've known you for such a long time) Look at this apple tree that continues to bloom in spite of having been blown over. That's hopeful, not cruel!
And, of course, there are the primroses -- a galaxy of cheerful hardy blooms for April to wear as a crown.
Lighten up, Tommykins! April is gorgeous!
