Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear May,

Thank-you for all the blessings you have given us in your days. We anticipated your warmth and your flowers which eventually came after you finally shook off the influence of cool, wet April. Before you got that accomplished, however, you blasted us with freezing temps and whirling snow in icy winds. We sought shelter in our homes from your onslaught but the evidence of your harmful rampage remains to this day in plant life. Like so many dead mice, the curled-up, dry maple leaves lie scattered on my patio. Black and lifeless, they let go prematurely of their summer home. But like my...