Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

This column was originally published in the Aug. 4, 2011, edition of the Herald.

Sitting among my flowers while the crickets fiddle the night away is a good place to be on the last day of July. Just now I think the song of crickets must be my favorite sound. Every night they lull me to sleep and in the early morning their songs are the first to greet me.

As I sit here the wind is calm and I am being entertained by a fat toad hopping around the patio. I think he, too, liked the rain we had last week, like so many plants and people. Even though we didn't drink the showers like the thirsty plants...