This is no way to wake up.
It's April, after all.
April, I said.
Even in Massachusetts, the world is beginning to wake up.
Did I mention it's April?
Fortunately, April has many moods.
This afternoon, she had cheered up.
It's Holy Week, so perhaps it should snow. But on Sunday morning, when I go across to the chapel dark and early for our 4AM Easter Vigil, I want to smell spring in the air. New life. What could be more appropriate?