Ah, April-- this weather is unkind

Winter is having a hard time letting go, it seems. We have a very unusual inclement weather delay (2 hours) to start the school day today. It's a mix of rain, sleet, ice, and general unpleasantness out there. So, in keeping with that general setting, here's the first few lines of T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland" -- most folks know the first line, and I've linked the rest of the very long poem as well. Hey, if you have a delay, too, maybe you'll have time to read the whole thing.

Have a good day, friends.

C

April is the cruellest month, breeding

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

Memory and desire, stirring

Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

A little life with dried tubers.