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Hi Blog Friends,
I will avoid saying Happy April since April 1st is that awful “Fools’ Day.”

What the heck is that all about anyway?  Apparaently, on April 1, 1700, English pranksters begin popularizing the annual tradition of April Fools’ Day by playing practical jokes on each other. Although the day has been celebrated for several centuries by different cultures, its exact origins remain a mystery.

Some historians speculate that April Fools’ Day dates back to 1582, when France switched from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar, as called for by the Council of Trent in 1563. People who were slow to get the news or failed to recognize that the start of the new year had moved to January 1 and continued to celebrate it during the last week of March through April 1, became the butt of jokes and hoaxes. 

In Scotland, the tradition became a two-day event, starting with “hunting the gowk,” in which people were sent on phony errands (gowk, a word for cuckoo bird, symbol for fool) and followed by Tailie Day, which involved pranks played on people’s derrieres, such as pinning fake tails or “kick me” signs on them.


How bizarre! I can’t recall one example of an effective April Fools prank that I experienced, though maybe I’ve forgotten. But I clearly recall the April 1st when I went into labor with my daughter decades ago. I refused to go to the hospital that evening, not only because I didn’t want my firstborn to be saddled with an April Fools’ birthday, but because my mother-in-law was saddled with an April 1st birthday and I wanted Audrey to have her own special day. I waited it out till after the Johnny Carson show, which ended at 1am, then got to the hospital right before 2am and gave birth at 7am. Mission accomplished; Audrey had an April 2 birthday.

April Fools and birthdays aside, we look forward to Spring here in the Northeast, as an end to the brown landscape and the bare trees; when a lime greening of the lawn and the faint reddish, then green haze of buds on the trees begin to green up the woods.

We gratefully welcome the daffodils, those happy yellow harbingers, and the sprays of forsythia stretching against the edges of back roads, brightening yards and highways. Beyond that, we look forward to the deepening of a richer green, under, and around us by sometime in May.

Meanwhile, we will continue to wish and hope and pray for COVID 19 to spare everyone the worst of its wrath. We will continue to gratefully acknowledge the health care workers who go out there every day and perform an enormous, unfathomable service of care to countless sufferers. We will continue to embrace the newly coined phrase and practice of social distancing.

We will stay in touch and stay safe as we know how.

Best to you all, Fern

I welcome your comments!  kfernsuess@gmail.com. 

Fern Suess writes, snaps, and makes art. She has written poetry for decades and has written a work of autobiographical fiction,
re-titled Tablecloth Nights, which tells the story of  a woman discovering the identity of her biological father. She's happy with a camera in her hand, likes to write in her car or in a coffee shop, loves the smell of paint, works in mixed media, collage, and three dimensional concepts, and has exhibited in group and solo shows and outdoor installations. 

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