Sunday, April 10, 2011

"April is the cruelest month." -T.S. Eliot

Adam and I awoke to a foreign feeling...a feeling so strange that we couldn’t quite place its origin. 
Had we felt it before? Yes, but where? Certainly not in the cheerless gloom that shrouds our beautiful city this time of year. 
And then it came to us: Spring!
Right now it is 75 degrees and sunny--a marvel if one considers that until today, it seemed that spring was a thing of the past. A memory caught in a crumpled photograph of my siblings and me in our Easter attire--holding baskets as big as our bodies, smiling grandly at the prospect of chocolate bunny ears after the obligation of church. My sisters and I are in little spring dresses and shiny patent leather sandals. In the background, daffodils trumpet their yellowy cheer while tulips lean lazily in their beds.
Ah, spring...
Like beauty, like love, it will wane.
“O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!”
                             -William Shakespeare,
                               The Two Gentleman of Verona


  1. Oh my you as a little girl in a pretty dress running for the chocolate...after THE OBLIGATORY church visit...hmmmm
    there's a story in there somewhere
    Hey, I have been sick and have had sickies around me...I haven't gotten to your new story...but I will..just want you to know that I can't wait to read it in peace and quiet

  2. Suz! I am SO sorry to hear that you've been sick! And, for some reason, I just can't picture you as anything but full of "vim and vigor" as my grandmother used to say...I think it's your sass, your verve, your strength...

    But I truly hope you're on the mend because it sucks to be sick (which is partly the theme of my recent story!)

    Oh, it's SO great to hear from you :-)

  3. I love spring and I can not wait to get all my spring dresses out too:)

  4. yeah you have me nailed....

    how's pop?

  5. Toyin, me too! I love spring, but the spring of my childhood and adolescence when it was still warm! Oh, spring dresses? I can't wait!

    So nice of you to stop by :-)

  6. Aw, Suz, we're cut from the same cloth, you and I--horrible sick people!!

    As for pops, we thank God for every day he's here, but it's more and more of a challenge for Mom...and for all of us...thanks for asking after him; it truly means a lot.