April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rains. ~T.S. Eliot

(Spring rain drops from the green awning at home on Main Street, mixing memory and desire and stirring up all kinds of things–especially thoughts of the very special Aunt Hilda, who left us a year ago today.)

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