Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

April didn't wait long to pay for the warm weather that March stole from May. In her very first day she let us have it all. Without respect for the green grass and bright daffodils that March brought into our world, she blew wildly with snowy breath and stinging sleet. The sun never peeped and I was again thankful for row cover protection for the early garden ventures. Staying indoors to organize cupboards and drawers seemed the perfect thing to do on April's first day.

On her second day my daffodils bowed low in the 20 degree wind from the north and I wore my winter shawl for the buggy tri...