Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Wind A'blowing

Today was warm and sunny, but the wind is blowing hard. Soon the warm and wonderful spring weather will turn bitter—temps in the 20s are predicted for Easter weekend, and these tulips will be but a memory.

I carried back in all the plants I had put on the patio the other day. I'm ready for what nature brings, but—doggone it!—I'll miss the warmth.

What a cruel trick of April! T. S. Eliot said it right:

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

My lilacs are only in bud, not bloom—and it hasn't rained yet this month.

Today was unusually peaceful; no rednecks walking the road, no warrants filed yet. A quiet day in rural America.

What will tomorrow bring?

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Blogger Leslie Shelor said...

Such an insult, this weather! But the sky is blue and it can't last TOO much longer!

2:20 PM  

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