Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

"Splat, splat!" Raindrops pelted on the cabbage leaves in the Fair Valley garden where we were cutting heavy heads from their summer home. The wind-driven raindrops that chased us were only the first in three thunderstorms we received last week. Although we were glad for the refreshing showers, here at home on Tuesday, my husband wished he would have skipped lunch. Perhaps then he could have baled the last four rounds of dry hay before the sudden storm.

Besides cabbage heads to cut, we worked together to do corn and beans. Flowers bloomed and butterflies fluttered among them. When I left on my...