Some of my favorite poetry lines about April, courtesy of Edna St. Vincent:

“It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.”

Thanks for all your birthday wishes! It was even a teensy bit sunny today, but still not warm. And we saw majestic bald eagles, little deer in our yards, hummingbirds and goldfinches. Banner wildlife, Washington State, if not banner weather…

And C. Dale, I did love Virgin Airlines – especially on the way home, when we got bumped up to first class!

On the last day of April, here are the last two drafts on NaPoWriMo, or the April of 1001 poems…(Be careful. These poem drafts will self-destruct.)

Poof!
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Poof!