Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Like a yo-yo, last week's weather fluctuated drastically. The snowy afternoon on Tuesday when I biked home from an action-packed day along Fair Valley Road, was lovely but not so deep that I had to push my bike and walk home like last year. The wet whiteness clung to every twig and branch, beautifying our drab world.

Wednesday's plummeting temps reached into Thursday. It was early morning when I stepped out of the milk house after chores and saw the moon slipping out of sight behind Lock Mountain. It was beautiful, but I didn't linger in the cold to admire its reflected light. The frozen atmos...