Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"First she said she thought she could;

Then she said she couldn't;

Then she said she guessed she would;

Then she said she wouldn't.

First she smiled a teardrop;

Then she frowned a shower,

Turned the sky from gray to blue

And back within the hour.

Winsome as a sweetheart,

Demanding as a shrew,

Wouldn't say exactly

What she planned to do;

Somber as December,

Radiant as June,

Faithful Spring will pay the piper ­

Faithless April calls the tune."

"April Foolishness" is what Julia Collins Ardayne titled her poem. Although I wouldn't call April foolish, it does keep us guessing, this year in mor...