the moods of April

SNOW.

This is no way to wake up.

It's April, after all.

April, I said.

Mid-April, even.

It's Spring.

Even in Massachusetts, the world is beginning to wake up.

Did I mention it's April?

Fortunately, April has many moods.

This afternoon, she had cheered up.

It's Holy Week, so perhaps it should snow. But on Sunday morning, when I go across to the chapel dark and early for our 4AM Easter Vigil, I want to smell spring in the air.  New life. What could be more appropriate?