"April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."
--from The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot
I love poetry, and these are four, simply perfect lines of verse. They are framed and hanging in my kitchen, and they provide solace when the first tender blooms flood me with apprehension and hope because they so courageously dare defy winter's oppression. This plant is an "Endless Summer" blue hydrangea.




