Yesterday this tulip had her petals wide open to receive the Spring sun, and this morning she thought better of it.
| APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding | |
| Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing | |
| Memory and desire, stirring | |
| Dull roots with spring rain. | |
| Winter kept us warm, covering | |
| Earth in forgetful snow, feeding | |
| A little life with dried tubers. |
T.S. Eliot
Perfect.
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