Memory, one April to the next, slips back to warmer springs is not reliable when it comes to nostalgia, expectation and boredom!
‘April showers bring May flowers’ ~
a mere fantasy for another time. Two days on, snowfall, whipped and flung by wild winds, interfered with plans.
Plans for walking and errand-ing on hold, puttering at home against the weather wrapped me in warmth and a new recipe for Cranberry/Orange Jam.
“Snow in April is abominable,” said Anne.
“Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.”
~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside
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