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April Underfoot

Star and coronal and bellApril underfoot renews,And the hope of man as wellFlowers among the morning dews.— A. E. Housman, Spring Morning Spring in the air, with a twist of biting cold thrust like a knife into the gut to keep you on your toes. That’s April in New England—best to appreciate the brief moments…

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April Showers

We are the first double-leaf sprout, two inches out of the ground. We need rain, or we may not grow more than this. — Rumi The rain rolled in right on schedule, really, timed to mask the Aurora Borealis thoroughly and keep my mind from wandering north. Quietly scheming to drop everything and drive as…