“April Come She Will”
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
June, she’ll change her tune,
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I’ll remember
A love once new has now grown old.
Well, April has come, with rain and some sunshine and a few fish cut out of paper, taped to people’s backs. In France, it’s “Poisson d’avril”, (or April Fish) and kids cut out paper fishes, stick them on people’s backs, and have a good laugh about it. (Small kids, obviously.) It’s cute. I don’t know (and no one really knows) why in France, they celebrate April Fool’s Day with a fish!
Julia has taken Kalin out of her beloved pony club and he’s back at our friend’s farm closer to us. It’s nice, because now we can go see him every evening, after work or school, since he’s now literally only 5 minutes away. Julia loved the club, loved her coach and her friends, but she felt she wasn’t getting to see Kalin enough, and she couldn’t get enough show rounds in to qualify for the Motte this year, so she decided to forgo the rest of the season’s shows and bring her horse back here. She’s happy – Kalin is happy – but it is bittersweet. The last three shows Julia felt they were doing really well, but we’ll still be able to jump and plan to make a cross country course all for Kalin at the farm!