Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

April continues to hold us at bay. A violent storm on her second Monday morning whistled up from the south and took off some roofs and pushed over some big trees, leaving their roots in the air. The small plants in my garden hunkered down and survived to meet the next cold, damp, sunless day.

On Wednesday, the 15th, the sun came but so did a cold wind from the west. But at the tree-surrounded home of Granddaughter Bella, age 18 months, the wind couldn't get us as we cleaned weeds and winter debris. Bella came running when she saw me come on my bike. She wasn't really interested in the grocerie...