what does he know?

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

I have to disagree with Mr. Eliot. I discovered the bush outside my kitchen window is, in fact, a lilac bush and my heart soared. I love lilac, the color, the scent, the fact that Jay always claims it reminds him of me and of that first, beautifully painful summer of new love and separation. And heck, I like April, it might be the first month since September that I care for at all. So screw Eliot. Gooooo Spring!

- on 2003-04-07 at 1:57 p.m.

wilted - blooming