April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
These are the first lines of T.S. Eliot's famous poem The Waste Land.
The weather IS cruel at the moment, rainstorms blow over Germany. When I returned from shopping by bike my hands were almost frozen.
I wonder if the April Fools' jokes are some antidote for the cruelty (weather-wise) of this month.
I think, I've detected one.
Ah, and here's a site where you can find all those jokes planted on the web.
