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Directors note:
“April is the cruelest month,” writes T. S. Eliot in his epic poem The Waste Land. At the month’s beginning, winter is
over but spring has not quite gained a foothold. The winds of April can be as bitter and cold as they are in January, and as much as I aspire to shed my heavy coat, I keep it at the ready for when I venture outdoors. There are signs, however, in the landscape and among the critters who live there, that change is taking place. Every early morning the songbirds sing out to their heart’s content, transforming the pre-dawn silence of a winter’s day into a cacophony of melodies that makes one stop in their tracks and just listen. The great “awakening” of spring surrounds us and uplifts us; our senses are provoked by the colors and aromas - all we need do is to "stop and smell the flowers…"
- Mark Smith
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