Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Since outdoor flowers were nonexistent last week, I was more conscious of them in other places, even though they were not real flowers.

Monday's warm sunshine on Feb. 4, enticed me outdoors for a walk but even though the temperature was warm enough for flowers, I found none. My boots went "swish" through the snow or "slosh" through the mud. In the afternoon, I folded my naturally dried laundry on my patio, but there were no flower planters there, only snow piles mingling with pine needles, shriveled brown leaves, twigs and dirt.

The next morning every gully and gulch was filled with melted sno...