?April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.?
? T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

imperfect adventures in simplifying, beautifying, travel, + life
?April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.?
? T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land