Charles Burchfield, An April Mood, 1946-55; watercolor and charcoal on joined paper,
40 x 54 in. From the Whitney Museum of American Art website.
So say the weather guys at the Eye on the Sky at the Fairbanks Museum. It seems that Burchfield had the same feeling about April from looking at his monumental watercolor: the sky, the trees, are bleak and forlorn, and even though there's a bit of green and yellow, it seems a landscape of despair.
Just when I thought that spring was advancing, I woke to a snow covered landscape. It was a light dusting to be sure, and was gone by afternoon, but it's a reminder that winter isn't done yet. The temperature today didn't rise above 30º and the wind was roaring.
There are beautiful traceries of snow on the skylight windows.
The one small area of open water on the pond is freezing over, but there are small bits of green, yellow flag irises emerging, that offer signs of hope. We all know the phrase "April is the cruelest month", so here is a snippet of the poem "The Wasteland" from T.S. Eliot:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.