Shared that one on FB. Longing, aching for spring to arrive in earnest so the CS can awake from her winter hibernation.
In New England I thought March to be the cruelest month, with some bright sunny days, hopes for coupe driving come to mind but not, the errant snow storm still lurks. I just hope TS Eliot is wrong and I can drive in April!!
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering 5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.