I'm no fool. I know April isn't about sunshine and hot weather.
It's about fickle forecasts, fragile blossoms and soggy soil.
It's a garden at 10 o'clock in the morning, having slept in a little, stretching out its legs and yawning.
It's not summer yet. Not for awhile, even.
And so, we still wear socks.
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