April 2024
Quoting "The Waste Land" is all it took to just now make me want to read Four Quartets again, a couple of decades since the last visit, though I half-dread how potently it will land now that I'm middle-aged.
April was the last full month before Mildred's marriage and move to North Carolina. The puppies were curious and cute, and they destroyed the flowerbeds. The seedlings were green hope, because we didn't yet know we'd knock them over too many times for survival. Mallory grew and grew, and with her round, little newness, she unknowingly tethered us to the present. Birthdays (five!) and wedding preparations filled the month, which inexorably tramped along, another impossible countdown with joy and sorrow mingling.





































