It was T.S. Eliot who noticed it first, that “April is the cruellest month” or at least he was the first one to bother writing it down. From “The Waste Land“:
“April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain…”
For the first time in years I missed a month. Usually I get at least one post up per month and I just noticed missing April. Here are some scenes from May before life rushes by and I don’t notice it happening or bother to comment on it here.
