O April, cruelest month, with nary a word a-written! My "notes" show much grousing this month about this and that, like so:
Say what you will about astrological nonsense, but Mercury is in retrograde and so far
- Broken refrigerator (repair ETA 4/10)
- Broken willow tree
- Second ice storm in two weeks
Now that's all in the past, and while there are no doubt plenty of bad news that I am about to hear, May is imminent and road trips have been taken and family members visited and a whole new distracting and miraculous season is unfurling.
Me (watching an NCAA sportsball game): "What's Iowa's mascot?"
Mark: "I don't know — a stick of butter?"
Oh to see the squirrels
sliding down the wet bird feeder poles
In the April rain
"All roads lead toward the same blocked intersection." — Mountain Goats
"Stars without light hold the others up." — Fanny Howe
"I almost forgot my amuse bouche!" — my Mom, eating a mini Reeses peanut butter cup
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