April (snow) showers

Ah, the uncertain glory of an April day.
Ah, the uncertain glory of an April day.

Some of May’s flowers were already in bud along Colorado’s Front Range when April unfurled the type of spring snowstorm that usually arrives in March.

Sometimes, April showers freeze May flowers.
Sometimes, April showers freeze May flowers.

The day before was short-sleeve weather, though the breeze hinted that winter was not quite through with us. To quote Robert Frost:

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.

You know how it is with an April day…

The dogs were stoked by the sudden snowfall, embracing what Shakespeare called “the uncertain glory of an April day.” The month and its nature were important descriptors for Shakespeare. In The Merry Wives of Windsor, a character’s virtues include “he smells April and May;” in As You Like It, it is observed that “men are April when they woo, December when they wed.”

April’s significance in literature predates Shakespeare. The oft-repeated “April showers bring May flowers” can be traced to the more poetic Thomas Tusser in the mid-1550s:

Sweet April showers

Do spring May flowers.

Miles is inclined to agree with T.S. Eliot about April.
Miles is inclined to agree with T.S. Eliot about April.

Not everyone is so enamored with this month of transition and renewal, however. T.S. Eliot in The Waste Land refers to April as “the cruellest month.” April also introduces George Orwell’s 1984: “It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen.”

Alas, the dogs allow no further time for such contemplation. There is snow in which to frolic. And it may not return until next April.

Um, the snow it this way...
Um, the snow is this way…
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    1. Thanks much! I had forgotten what a literary month it was. (And I think the reason for the split in the snow was part sun exposure and part grade; it slopes upward steeply to the right out of the photo.)

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      1. Obviously the one we recite here, is Browning’s Oh to be in England now that April’s there. And right now, though it has turned dull and grey again, the streets are full of foaming blossom. Every magnolia in London has been flowering for weeks and the spring flowers are all brightly pushing their heads through the earth. I love the spring.

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