*April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire..*
Thomas Eliot, the Waste Land (with a nod to Geoffrey Chaucer)
April never was a favourite month of mine.. here, it is usually colder, windier and wetter than Winter Months... this year, as my winding road to recovery continues, the first few days have been rough....we have had several huge storms - 30 mph winds, Thunder and Lightning (oh my)...my soon-to- end part time job ends in 10 days...and I won't be sorry to see it go.... it is no fun taking two buses to and from work (and I must work till 8:00 p.m. three nights a week in an unsafe part of the City)....though it's nice to be earning a paycheck, the whole things is downright depressing. Still, there is a decent place across the street where I can have a nice Latte outside (even while it's storming)...
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| At Delissios Cafe |
There were a few days where I was able to get out for a walk amid my best *Counselor and Friend*....Nature.
As many of you know, the Blogging World is decreasing... mind you, my Blog always had a small group of followers... and now, most of them have left... it is human nature to feel sad when you see old friends have gone... but, it is Life... everyone is off *living*... those of you who do come to visit and actually comment....thank you. Renee, who was the person to first encourage me to blog - and to post photos (my artistic talent among you authors, painters and sculptors)...is still with me. The third anniversary of her death found me in hospital......but I thought of her a lot while I was there...and I continue to think of her know and give thanks for her HUGE open and honest heart and her enormous ability to love....
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| Gifts from a dear friend... sent all the way from Capetown... |
These days, I blog mainly for me....a form of self-therapy... my burns will be with me a long time....but they are healing and soon, when I am able to get out and hike more, I know my feelings will strengthen as my body does. Hope will return to my soul and perhaps this April will be a remarkable and wonderful one.
* I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen lady April bringing the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.*
John Masefield
Love,
♥ Robin ♥
Good to see you back blogging. I think I blog for me too but it's nice to have someone who cares and comments. Glad you will still be here. Speaking of lilacs.. Check my blog out. :)) April may be cruel but they are wonderful so not all cruel. Keep hanging in there as time flys by and soon summer and wellness will be here.:))
ReplyDeleteHi Cris! Yes, it IS nice to have a long-time friend come to visit my blog! You are right, of course, April is the harbinger of Springtime....once the rain and cold departs, I know I will begin to recover even more quickly!
ReplyDeleteLove to ALL,
♥ Robin ♥
Though I rarely comment, I do read your blog faithfully. I love your images and wish that I was there when you took them. I have been so sad for you about your accident and am happy to hear that you are healing. I, too am looking forward to Spring to regenerate my spirits. May you go well from now into the future.
ReplyDeleteDear *Ring*... thank you for your encouraging words...they really mean a lot! Big Hugs, ♥ Robin ♥
ReplyDeleteI trust that this April will be a remarkable and wonderful one, dear Robin. Life does has its ebbs and flows, I agree, and it's a challenge to learn to dance with them.
ReplyDeleteSending love and blessings your way (and hope you get my email!)
xoxo
Amanda
April is my favorite month in the places I've lived because winter is finally over, but summer with it's heat and dryness is still a ways off.
ReplyDeleteSnow, I am glad April brings you joy! Perhaps the second half of the month will bring me some happiness too..
ReplyDeleteLove,
♥ Robin ♥
Thinking of you! Hi there!
ReplyDeleteOMG! Mim... what a surprise to see you *visited*... hi back! ♥
DeleteThis is a good post.
ReplyDeleteApril is the cruelest month, breading lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire stringing, dull root with spring rain. Because of that, How to write an essay in English is very difficult for me in April.