"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...."
- The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
I've always loved this and studying it takes a life time. Even if you don't know of all he alludes to in the poem, it is a long stirring of "memory and desire" - so much like spring time when things forgotten shoot up through the fertile ground.
Spring is so tricky. It is my spring break and the weather is beautiful except that the temp was in the 30's this morning and it will only be about 60 today. That is not warm for me. Nevertheless I will be out and about buying Easter lilies for the church today with Mary's unwilling help. She is sleeping late, so maybe she will wake up with renewed vigor after our long and arduous shopping trip. I wish we could have accomplished our goal of finding a mother-of-the-groom dress for my mom yesterday. Maybe some of the possibilities will pan out.
Off I go....
