My Amish Home | Things aren't always what they seem

My Amish Home | Things aren't always what they seem

"But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly, that now at the last your care of me hath flourished again; wherein ye were also careful, but ye lacked opportunity. Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." Philippians 4:10-13

Summer in all its glory! A very quiet afternoon. It makes me think back when I was just a kid. I'd lie out in the grass and look at the clouds. If they were moving, it felt like I was, too. And I imagined all kinds of shapes of animals in the clouds.

The crops in our area look great. One guy to the north of us, his bean field didn't look so great, though. He had something growing in that field earlier that he mowed like hay. Then he planted beans. They were not very high yet, then one morning I noticed everything looked brown and deadish.

Maybe they were sprayed? At any rate, since the rains we had recently, the beans are rallying. I bet he is glad. And quite possibly he knew what he was doing and I didn't.

I must quit forming my opinion by just what I see. For example, son-in-law Lloyd did not forget his trailer. Seriously, I didn't think he did. What happened was, the washing machine he loaded up didn't have a wringer. It was at his brother Milton's house, up the road. He did want to haul the trailer along to go get it since he would then head out the other direction with this load of stuff. He was taking it to Gingerich's and Associates for the Monday night auction.

And, by the way, the road past Gingerich's is closed to through traffic. They are building a new bridge.

Our horse didn't like the "road closed" signs that were put up along the roads. I told him he needs to get used to it. They will be there all summer and they will not "get" him. He seemed to understand! Anyway, he now ignores them.

I find it hard to concentrate. The outdoors beckons. I should go out and work in the garden, but I don't have a tiller. Ours went kaput, and it will cost major bucks to put on a new engine. I'm kind of between a rock and a hard spot.

Son-in-law Lloyd said we could use their tiller the rest of the season. And I really would like to take them up on their offer. They have a good one, but it is so heavy. And it is the inconvenience of having to go up there to get it.

While I was contemplating this dilemma, staring out the window, and also wishing this job was done so I would be free, I happened to notice my solar thingy in the window. You know, the kind with a flower that wibble-wobbles in the sun. I love those things. I also have one with a butterfly that flitters over a bunch of flowers.

I thought about how my Grandpa Yutzy had something similar and yet not. The sun did make it go around. It didn't have a solar panel. It was sort of a glass globe with a stem on the inside. On that stem was a thing with I think metal squares resting on the stem. The sun caused them to go around somehow. That's been 60 plus years ago. I wonder what he would think of our gadgets we have now?

I have a spoiled brat outside my door. It is a four-legged one. Her name is Aria. She comes up here for a treat, as do a couple others. It is kind of sad — they don't like me for who I am, just the treats I give them. Aria is a Maltese and is so cuddly and adorable — except when she runs through the hayfield when the hay is wet. Then she looks like a drowned rat. The other two are Dachshunds. Elijah is not cuddly, but he still likes attention. Justice is a girl and she is more shy but really lovable. Maybe because she is a girl?

She had a rough start being sick when she was a puppy. She was pampered, but they all love to stick their noses on our screen door and beg. I usually give in.

In closing, have you ever known a farmer who failed in life because he quit early to attend the Wednesday-night Bible lessons?

Try this sandwich for your Fourth of July picnic.

SLOPPY-JOE DOGS

2 pounds ground beef

2 celery ribs, chopped

1 small green pepper, finely chopped

1 can (10 3/4 ounces) tomato soup, undiluted

1 small onion, chopped

1/4 cup packed brown sugar

1/4 cup ketchup

1 tablespoon cider vinegar

1 tablespoon prepared mustard

1 1/2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce

1 teaspoon pepper

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon garlic powder

16 hot dogs

16 hot dog buns, split

Warm cheese sauce (optional)

Grilled onions (optional)

In a Dutch oven, cook beef, celery, green peppers and onions over medium until meat is no longer pink; drain.

Stir in ketchup, tomato soup, brown sugar, Worcestershire sauce, vinegar, pepper, salt, garlic powder and mustard. Heat through.

Grill hot dogs, covered, over medium heat for six to 10 minutes or until heated through, turning occasionally. Place each on buns, then top with 1 cup beef mixture.

If desired, added warmed cheese sauce and grilled onions.

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