Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear March,

Thank you for all the gifts you have given to us in your days and all your surprises.

Through my years of diary-keeping, your recorded temps were radical. One year in your hot sunshine, we donned flip flops and painted the outside barn walls. We walked the fields to pick rocks before seeding alfalfa. Other years, in your brown woods, we walked over frozen Piney Creek. One year your snowfall was too deep for travel and other times we had snow enough for sculpting various objects and even digging caves.

Sometimes your winds played with our kites and pushed our little homemade sailboa...