Mrs. Teabody Chides Temperamental April
It's past mid-April but here I sit on this "spring" morning in my flannel pajamas and wooly socks sipping on a hot cuppa Yorkshire Gold as if it's the dead of winter. Any chance of sitting inside the secret garden for breakfast went straight out the window when I read 31 on the thermostat. Today's afternoon plan was to prune and treat roses because the forsythia is in full flower but what does April have in mind? Starting out at a balmy 31 degrees at 5:00 A.M., who's to say? April is a moody and unpredictable friend. One day she is sunny and generous, and the very next day she can decide to drop an errant snowstorm into the path of one's best-laid plans as she did just a few days ago. Robert Frost knew all about April as he writes in Two Tramps in Mud Time : 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 comes over t