A song for April

I don’t know about you, but I was pretty excited to welcome April.   We’ve had a weird few months here in the Bay Area: January and February were far drier and warmer than usual, and then March  was rainy rainy rainy and gray gray gray.  It was like we had spring before we had winter, which was kind of disorienting.  The trees were blossoming, my sandals were coming out of hiding, I was thinking of splurging on a pedicure, and then bam!  — along came the cold.  I hate to contradict T. S. Eliot, but April is not the cruelest month.  That honor goes to March, at least in these parts.

But tonight, as I took a brief walk after dinner, I saw signs that changes are afoot.  I saw pink jasmine starting to blossom.  I saw curtains of purple wisteria.  I even saw a lilac bush in full, gorgeous bloom, right in front of someone’s living room window, and I crossed the street for a closer look.  It was hard to restrain myself from walking boldly onto their lawn and burying my face in the blooms, but I somehow managed to behave myself (the people in that house don’t know me, and thus are not aware that when it comes to lilacs, I simply can’t be held responsible for my actions).  Though the evening air was cold, I saw enough blooming beauty to make me feel that maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to wait long for spring.

And in honor of the month, and the change of seasons, I offer here this beautiful  little song.  I’ve loved it ever since I was in high school, when I used to listen to it on my dad’s record album.   I can’t think of a lovelier tune  to welcome the spring.

April Come She Will by Simon & Garfunkel

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