April come she will -- 04/01/11
Warmth, spring, sunshine, etc... Or perhaps this:
It was raining yesterday afternoon, the last day of March... and then, late in the afternoon, big white flakes of snow began to fall along with the rain. I was going around singing Christmas songs. This photo shows what our back yard looked like this morning. Of course, as the day went on, so did the rain, and as I am writing this, the snow has been washed away by the rain.
No matter that T.S. Eliot proclaimed April to be the cruelest month, I have always liked April. It is, after all, the month that really does take us from the last vestiges of winter to the warmth of spring.
Besides which, it is my birthday month. (Okay, I will admit that the age that rings up each time I hit April 29th does seem to be getting rather disconcerting, but I still like April.)
But I think my favorite April lyrics are from Chaucer...
A number of years ago I searched for audio readings of the Canterbury Tales online and, if I recall, found a short audio clip and a CD for sale and a broken link -- now there are dozens of readings available on YouTube alone. Here is a link to a reading of the lines I quoted above. (And yes, I do sometimes recite those lines, although my Middle English is not quite up to professional standards -- also if I am not looking at the text I tend to forget an occasional line or maybe three or four.
Oh... and the title of today's entry is, of course, from Simon & Garfunkle...