April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
The week began with sunny skies, a few lovely thunderstorms (the first of the season), and a fishing trip to the Jefferson River with AJ. He had an argument with his folks and wanted to bring a few fish home for supper as a peace offering. Smart boy. No matter how pissed Gram would get with my teenage behavior, she never failed to appreciate a mess of fresh trout. Like Paul in A River Runs Through It, grace is upon the successful angler no matter his sin.