If T.S. Eliot had lived down here with the rest of us, he would have written:  “April is the cruelest month, breeding dung beetles out of dead numbers.”  But Eliot had moved to England, where intellectuals don’t deal with such mundane issues as income taxes.  Taxes always send me into a funk.  I find the language baffling and the work paralyzing.  Tax prep triggers procrastination of the highest order, and procrastination simply prolongs the pain.

March is actually the worst month.  In March you must assemble the numbers that will go off to the accountant to be fleshed into a dead tree of a document that will go to the IRS.  Unless you live in Australia, of course.  Australians do most everything at odds with the rest of the world, including creating their own tax year– June 30 – July 1.  Taxes are due at the end of October.

I’m happy to say that the task is behind me.  I can enjoy the onset of Spring, the beautiful white blossoms and the greening of the city without the tax cloud overhead.  Although I have become accustomed to our nomadic life, sometimes I really miss Melbourne.  Two weeks ago there was an event that I would love to have witnessed, although I may not have gathered up the courage to actually participate– a nude cycle.  Melbourne’s turnout of 130 was small compared to London’s gathering of two thousand, but it is a respectable showing for a somewhat prudish country

A couple of newlyweds were on hand for a memorable wedding album.  “Looking down Bourke Street there was no doubt about the cause of the commotion: a wall of cyclists was headed their way, most wearing nothing more than helmet, shoes and body paint. This was the Melbourne leg of the World Naked Bike Ride, an annual bring-your-own-cause protest to raise awareness about issues as diverse as body image, pacifism, genetically modified food and carbon reduction.”

“It’s sort of an all-encompassing green, hippie, sun-loving attitude,” said event organiser Heidi Hill. Ms Hill said that in recent years the main message of the event has been taken over by “biketivists” — cycling activists — whose aim is to raise awareness about the dangers of cycling. As the message on one rider’s back read: “Now you can bloody see us.”