April Blues

I like hammocks. I like buzzing bees. Unseasonably warm days. Or maybe more like hours… In April, things get taken out. Then put away again. My favorite shorts. My favorite flowers. My favorite everything. Even when it’s supposed to be cold and stormy tomorrow… We don’t believe it. So we pull out clunky lawn furniture. And mow the grass which has only grown a few millimeters. Today is April 22nd. Don’t leave any metal tools out. Or they will be rained on and get rusty. I thought the rust was over. It’s as if March is haunting us. In about a week, it will be May. We should be excited. As the grass grows and grows endlessly. But today, it is still April. Hopelessly April.