Welcoming Another April

LADY APRIL by Richard Le Galliene

So, April, here thou art again,

      Thou pretty, pretty lady!

With broidered skirts of sunkissed rain --

      A grown-up girl, already!

Thy sister May

Is on her way,

     And June, with tresses shady;

But, of the three,

I love best thee --

     Thou pretty, pretty lady!

Thou hauntest all the sobering year,

     With echos of thy laughter;

And life is nought till thou appear,

     And but remembrance after.

Though Autumn's yield

From garth and field

     Run o'er from floor to rafter,

Thy wild-rose breast

Haunts all the rest,

     And makes it poor with laughter.

   I posted this poem last year and remarked that it was one of few poems I had committed to memory when I was a child.  I loved the cadence of the words.

Todaywas certainly a beautiful April day, but rain is coming in tonight, and it's going to be sitting on top of us all day tomorrow.  We're expecting to get four or five inches.  I'll be glad when my yard dries out and I can plant things.

I noticed dogwoods blooming over the weekend, and today everywhere I went I saw forsythia, apple, and cherry blossoms.  I have crocus and daffodils blooming.

My sister-in-law is doing very well.  I called and chatted with her a while today.  Her sister was there with her.  I don't think she's left her side through the whole ordeal.  I expect her to break down to some extent on Saturday.  She and Jerry would have been married for 37 years this September.  That's quite a long while.

I've made my way to a few journals today, and hope to visit some more tomorrow.  Slowly, but surely, I'll get caught up.

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