April is the Cruellest Month

Does anyone read TS Eliot anymore? I always had a hard time with poets who wrote from a religious perspective.  All their baggage is given undeserved weight.

But this is a weather update, so on to reality. Last night, the fields were brown with a few touches of green in the wet spots.

Today at 730 am they are like this. The view is from inside the parlour window. The temps are hovering at zero so the snow is sticky. We are having strong NW winds, blowing wet snow.

The front yard looks a lot like the painting I'm working on the last post.

Hopefully it will turn to rain this afternoon.