"April is the cruelest month...

...breeding lilacs out of the dead land,

mixing memory and desire,

stirring dull roots with spring rain."

T.S. Eliot

I don't know if I agree that April is exactly 'cruel' but the waiting and the watching and the pooling puddles of muddy water mocking me from the very spot I so want to start planting my garden do seem a bit hard to take at times.