April arrives like a charming eccentric at a garden party - draped in florals, unpredictable in temperament, and entirely too pleased with its own sense of irony. One moment, it bathes the world in golden light and blooming scents; the next, it indulges in a theatrical downpour as if to remind us that beauty often comes with a touch of melodrama. The days lengthen with a languid stretch, birds compose sonnets in the hedgerows, and trees blush in soft pinks and greens. Easter graces us with hope, pastels, and small, cheerful mammals, while Earth Day arrives with a gentle nudge to love our planet more than our plastic. Should we give mention to allergies or Tax Day? Probably not. Yet for all its mischief, April is a month of renewal - rainy, fragrant, full of contradictions - and somehow, it makes uncertainty feel like a kind of charm.