Let's try to post something each day, even if it just a haiku! I'll start, - serial haiku, but ...

Sometimes April days
Seem misplaced from other months
March, November, May

Nothing’s as hopeful
As blue sky warmth or as grim
As a sleet forecast

Still we carry on
We New Englanders do, with
A certain dry wit

Summer dreams seem more
Distant in April, even
Than February

But gardeners still
Prepare tools, seeds and deep hope
Planting time will come