This story originally appeared in the March April 2020 issue of Inspired Home magazine. April is in my mistress’ face, And July in her eyes hath place; Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December. In high school, I sang in an ensemble called the Renaissance Singers. I woke up recently singing the alto line of this beautiful English madrigal by Thomas Morley, completely out of the blue. It’s incredible how powerful our memory for music is. I haven’t actively sung this song in 30 years, but I recalled almost the entirety of my part all these years later. But then I started thinking about the lines of this…