Many downpours hath April as it draws to a close

'When in April the sweet showers fall

That pierce March's drought to the root and all' 

And bathed every vein in liquor that has power To generate therein and sire the flower;' ...... recalls my sweet David, reciting some of Chaucer -- particularly when pummelling rain floods the nether regions of our home as it did a week or so ago, and we had to take it seriously like doing something about it - but mild flooding though it be, was not as severe as some communities - we must, we resolve, take this in our stride and simply think of glorious Chaucer who David says is one person he would have loved to have met. Really, I say, as I sip my coffee. Pond on an herb farm  half way between Hamilton and Guelph,  oil on gessoed masonite © mcl  -- mid April