Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear November,

Thank you for giving us all the last joys of the growing season of the year 2020. On your second day you blasted us with fierce, snowy winds and we thought we missed the boat, as far as getting ready for winter was concerned. But then you did a complete flip and gave us eight calm days in a row of delightful sunshine. Each new day of pleasant warmth surprised us, but farmers and gardeners took advantage of every minute. With grateful hearts we made use of your mild weather to gather the crop that God so generously grew this year.

My husband picked his last ears of corn. He baled...