April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. So wrote T.S. Eliot in “The Waste Land.” Poor fella. He never lived in the Hill Country. No wonder he was depressed. The very title of the poem is the first clue. Waste Land? Mason’s far from it. And April is far from being “the cruellest month.” However, one thing’s the same. April has been known to bring spring rain. And ...