My Amish Home | Humidity not enough to dampen my spirits

My Amish Home | Humidity not enough to dampen my spirits

"I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness." Psalm 30:1-4

What a beautiful day we had! I so love summer! I know, I know, it was really humid on Monday and not exactly comfortable. But if I can be at home, I can easily cope. I did think we'd get a thunderstorm. I actually held off from doing laundry for awhile. But then I went on and was glad I did.

I'm thinking maybe surrounding areas might have got some rain. We could use a good shower or two. Our yard is all brown and deadish looking.

I finally got the trimming done this afternoon. The yard has been mowed twice without being trimmed. It looked quite hairy. I also sprayed the weeds on the driveway and other undesirable places. It is supposed to be dead and stay that way! I was gong to work on my flower beds, but by the time I was done spraying, it was time for a break and chores.

I gathered corn and a couple of kohlrabi from the garden. I didn't have much of a crop, but we did get a few meals of corn on the cob. It is so yummy!

Summertime meals of corn on the cob, melons, kohlrabi, radishes and, right now, fresh peaches — wonderful! Add tomatoes to the mix, and yes, a summer feast. We don't have any ripe tomatoes yet. Soon ...

I have to get my writing done early this week. Our plans are to head for Ohio early Thursday morning and come home Friday evening.

Sis Louise Kauffman and Barb Gingerich want to take our mom to Plain City, Ohio, to visit her friend Polly Hostetler. Her husband, Dan, passed away a few years ago. Our mom and dad and the Hostetlers were friends since forever. Our dad grew up in Plain City.

They wanted to take mom while she and Polly are still kicking. Hubby and I plan to go along. As if I had time to go gallivanting across the country.

Husband Erwin is sick — a sinus cold this morning. He didn't go to work, so I took the bike to go do my cleaning job. On the way home, I passed the bean field I wrote about the other week. It looks great. The beans aren't quite caught up, but I believe they'll get there.

I had to think how that bean field could compare with life. If we, as a people, community or whatever, are like that bean field, struggling in a mess of sin (weeds), and Jesus "sprays" us with His tender mercies and loving kindness, as that field was sprayed with weed killer, we wilt down to shame, but if we then repent and accept Jesus' mercy, we can flourish as those beans did. And we can have a bountiful harvest in the end.

This past Friday evening, we had the privilege of going to our grandson Robert and Marilyn Yoders' house for supper. We went with daughter Rachel and Lloyd, Lynetta and Galen.

We were to take our camp chairs and a cornhole game. They had a bunch of other people there, too.

The Yoders had gone on a Green Country Tour last summer. This summer, they had a reunion for all the ones on the bus tour with them. They were from Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania.

Anyway, since Lloyds' buggy is always so full when we go along — none of us is a skinny minny — we put the chairs and games on top of the buggy. Someone suggested they could set up a camp chair on top and I could sit up there so the buggy wouldn't be so full. I didn't, of course.

We had a very interesting evening. The meal of mashed taters, gravy, meatloaf and trimmings was superb. I got full way too fast!

The Pennsylvania youth sang after supper. That was superb, too. If I could sing like that, I would need an "off" button, or I probably would never be quiet! I can so not sing. I couldn't carry a tune if it was strapped on my back!

In closing, be an encourager. The world has enough critics.

I think we'll have French toast this week. I have no clue why it this recipe is titled as it is, but here it is.

SKIER'S FRENCH TOAST

1 pound sausage, fried, crumbled, drained

1/ 4 cup light Karo syrup

3/4 cup butter

1 (heaping) cup brown sugar

1/4 cup water

12 slices bread

8 eggs, beaten

1 1/2 cups milk

1 teaspoon vanilla

1/2 teaspoon salt

Bring syrup, butter, brown sugar and water to a boil in a medium saucepan. Pour into 13-by-9-inch cake pan.

Place six slices of bread on top of syrup. Spread sausage on top of bread. Place remaining six slices of bread on top of sausage.

Mix beaten eggs, milk, vanilla and salt; pour over all.

Bake at 375 degrees for 45 minutes to 1 hour, until set.

This is good to fix ahead of time and refrigerate overnight and bake the next morning. When toast is done; flip it into a cookie sheet with sides, so the syrupy side is up. It is the best!

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