WELL, T.S. ELIOT WAS EVIDENTLY RIGHT ! [THOUGH EDNA HAS A DIFFERENT TAKE]...

 

April is the cruelest month...

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” ― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.

April this year, not otherwise

Than April of a year ago

Is full of whispers, full of sighs,

Dazzling mud and dingy snow;

Hepaticas that pleased you so

Are here again, and butterflies.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Song of a Second April”