Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain. (T.S. Eliot)
In The South April is the cruelest month with the constant threat of
tornadoes and the daily changing weather. But there's new grass
all-around and Easter is always glorious and the coats and jackets are
slowly put away and The South's 6 months of summer is set to begin. We
must learn to overlook the cruelty.
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