Considering it's April, I couldn't resist giving this blog post a title that gives a little nod to my favorite eccentric poet of yore, T.S. Eliot. This particular line comes from the wasteland, and claims that April, beautiful April, is the cruelest month because it sets the dormant things of the world back in motion.
However, I'm personally pretty darn happpy that the dormant things of the world are back in motion. I'm one of those dormant things--I just shut down when it gets cold, and this year's winter seemed to drag on long enough that it felt like a personal affront from mother nature.
Now that it's finally warm enough to be outside without it hurting, I've had the opporunity to reconnect with one of my favorite places on campus: the giant tree in front of Olmstead Hall.