Here in the Valley of the Sun we’re on the cusp of summer. Back home, April can be the cruelest of months, with enough hints of the warm months to come, yet still with an eye always from the seaon which she came. I love this poem, hope you will too.

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.”
– Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926

Hat tip: egreenway.com