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…”

pink roses
pink roses

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.

light and dark purple lilacs in glass vase
“lilacs out of the dead land”