Perhaps he was right. Perhaps April is "the cruellest month" after all. Playful? Hopeful? Incorrigible?
Woke this morning to several inches of new snow. Beautiful actually. There are more than seventy yellow-headed blackbirds flitting back and forth between our aspens and poplars and the trays of seeds our neighbors to the east have placed to attract them. Black and yellow, green and white. A nice beginning to the final day of April!
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