“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
―
Why it reminds me of a May-December love affair? Or a gigolo manipulating and conning older women for personal gain? Or the grandmother of D. who fell in love with her nurse and holds onto her unshakable faith in his innocence and integrity even after he was convicted and found guilty of cheating his patients out of their money and valuables. Or my mother falling head over heels with one of my boyfriends she was inconsolable and remained in bed for three weeks on ends when he and I broke up. She refused to cook since then till the day she died. Funny people.
MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO 
I have never read the context of ‘April is the cruelest month’, or if I had read it, I was not enough of a gardener at the time for it to speak to me. As so often, you mix so many interesting ideas together.
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It’s my brain. Thoroughly miswired.
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Love your post! Quite funny, but I guess sad, too! Happy April’s Fool’s Day! Great photos, too! 💙
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The feature image is my own. I took it from my bedroom window during a brief hailstorm in April. The bottom image is not mine. Thanks for being there always.
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