April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. ~T.S. Eliot, "The Waste Land" T.S. Eliot knew a thing or two about April. I'm looking out my window and it's snowing. I only wish I could shout "April Fools!!" but the first … Continue reading April may or may not be the cruellest month