It's not unusual for my neighbors to the north to get snow as late as April.
But it's certainly is unusual to wake up and discover two inches of icy snow blanketing the earth here in the western suburbs of Chicago.
It's an apt metaphor for what's going on here at ack/nak - we took a bit of a break here for the Easter holiday and a visit from the parents, and when time came to sit down and write again, the earth was still. And cold.
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
The Waste Land
T.S. Eliot (circa 1922)