"APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding 

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 

Memory and desire, stirring 

Dull roots with spring rain. 

Winter kept us warm, covering 

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding 

A little life with dried tubers."

from The Waste Land

 T.S. Eliot

This weekend we curtailed our planned

activities as there was snow in the forecast,

while it did snow Saturday it melted as fast 

as it fell and today is lovely. However I was 

able  to get some more work done in the 

basement and while the majority of the books

 remain to be shelved I found some that I greeted

as old friends and others unread that I have 

yet to meet.

"When will I be most myself?

I remember what my father told me.

In my sleep it's never winter.

He was just past fifty then."

  from Something About The Trees

      Linda Pastan