Frankly, and I’ll admit, I AM a little bit late and ALREADY missed Edmond Rostand’s
birthday on the FIRST—-what a card—born on April Fool’s Day—and then writing Cyrano de Bergerac———–gotta love him . . .
But, again, frankly, for the most part, pour le plupart, the April birthday people are a bunch of stick-in-the-muds.
So, I’ll cheer you on with some April photos, starting with my dog Woody, who had a big day today—-a bath and a vet appointment for his shots! He was plenty happy to get home.
And how do you like our PJ Rhododendron?
The flowering quince is too much of a hot dog in my opinion—much too showy for lovely quiet April—but–it’s in the yard, and lets me postpone listing the April celebrants a minute longer, so here goes:
OK, here’s the list of April celebrants—brief, and only a couple who aren’t stick-in-the-muds:
April 1 Edmund Rostand
April 3 Washington Irving
April 7 William Wordsworth
April 15 Henry James (see I told you)
April 16 Anatole France
April 18 Isak Dinesen and Thornton Wilder (apologies)
April 21 Charlotte Brontë (finally!)
April 22 Henry Fielding (ok, I’ll admit I hated to finish Tom Jones) and
Vladimir Nabokov (jury is out)
April 23 William Shakespeare
April 24 Anthony Trollope (can’t all be flops)
April 26 Anita Loos (for the fun of it)
I’ll let some sweet faced pansies say farewell: