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 The Wasteland, 1922
With the first touch of spring comes a west wind - people awakening with fever start doing odd things. A time throughout history to throw caution to the wind - when the Earth begins to wake - fantasies become reality - chances are taken. We hope to capture that day - that first touch of warmth, the essence of freshness and risk - the daring, inescapable quality that anything is possible.
