Have you ever heard the expression "April showers bring May flowers?"

Friends, April has brought only wrath.

Many years ago, the Matron realized that April was the month of crisis.  Calamity befell her sometime between April and May 1.    These were not small events, blips, but seismic on the life meter:  hospitalizations, financial disrepair, break ups, legal woes.

Yes, she has a dark side, not fully revealed here.  She's not yet brave enough to blog about these, but trust her:  your April has nothing on hers.

It all happens in April.

 Several more Marches ago, the Matron became aware that she should steel herself for the month ahead.  Existential crisis?   Astrologically scheduled for April.    Broken limb?  Same time frame.    She began preparing for April in November, marking each birthday with sage and prayer and asking for a reprieve.

Currently, April has been kind enough to skip the personal blow and be more collective, subjecting the entire state to a never ending winter.

Three times, the Matron has put away boots, parkas, mittens, and boots.

Three times, the Matron has retrieved these items from the basement.

There is good news here, in that she is not alone, suffering an April crisis of faith in some hallway, cowered.  Instead, the whole state of Minnesota suffers with her.

May.

Just 10 days and a life time away . . .