The title for this column is taken from the opening lines of T.S. Eliot’s signature poem The Waste Land: “April is the cruelest 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 […]
As I write this on a beautiful Spring day in Portland, I have to wonder why anyone would want to change it. Is it a little too warm or too cold? Are we so arrogant as to think that we can change the weather, the seasons, or the climate? Yet we are spending more than […]
