My Amish Home | Getting a small taste of autumn in summer

My Amish Home | Getting a small taste of autumn in summer

"Praise ye the Lord. I will praise the Lord with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation. The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein. His work is honourable and glorious: and his righteousness endureth for ever. He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered: the Lord is gracious and full of compassion." Psalm 111: 1-4

You know, I really am reluctant to admit this, but today (Tuesday) seemed so much like a day in the fall of the year. The wind had a chilly edge, and it was definitely dreary, with occasional showers. But we will still have summer days, I have faith in that.

But this evening now, it is clearing off. It does so much to lift my spirits. I really had planned to mow the yard, but it rained off and on, so I finally decided to get some of my writing done. Then, if it's nice Wednesday, I can work outside.

I really want to get the garden cleaned so I can till. I have my own little BCS tiller back! Yay! Thanks to brother-in-law Elmer Gingerich. He fixed it for me. So I guess if the Lord lets us have another spring, I'll take another stab at gardening.

I am having a hard time keeping my eyes on my paper. Son-in-law Lloyd's, across the way, have work night tonight. They invited the Yoder youth. The men are fixing up a play area with mulch for the swings, a sandbox and a trampoline. They want to anchor down the trampoline so it won't blow away. They've had two blown away already.

It will be easier to mow if they don't have to mow under the trampoline, which was the main reason for the mulch.

Some of the girls are washing walls inside the house, and some are power-washing the outside. It looks so interesting.

Speaking of interesting, sometimes, I wonder if I missed out in life. I know I am where God has planned for me to be, but then I see our farmer neighbors, and I can't help but feel a tinge of envy.

Our dear, sweet neighbor Grandma Mary Ann Mast had something come over her Sunday after church. She couldn't talk but could nod her head. It sounded to me like it could have been a light stroke.

On Monday, I went over to see how she was doing. She lives in the Grandpa (Grandma) house at her daughter Betty and Floyd Millers'. They are organic dairy and produce farmers.

I walked in their back entrance, and yes, my envy genes kicked in. It was a typical busy farmhouse of late summer. The fruits of their labor in cans, waiting to be put on the shelves for winter consumption. Lots of good eating! There were eggs on a table waiting to be put in cartons. It looked so interesting. It made my life seem so boring.

I've done some canning, but it looks like peanuts according to theirs. But we are two people to their eight.

By the way, their Grandma Mary Ann has improved to almost her normal chipper self. She is, after all, 93 years old.

This is now Wednesday morning as I finish this. It is sunny but sort of on the hazy side.

I had an unpleasant jolt to my tummy this morning when I put our horse, Diamond, in the barn. He couldn't walk very well, really favored his leg, the right one in the back. He was very lame. No way could we use him.

It is kind of hard to be without a horse, but for now, it is not too bad.

I called Dan the driver. He can take hubby to work and bring him home.

And I certainly don't mind biking to do my cleaning job. It's just that Erwin can't take coffee or tea to work.

I'm rubbing Diamond's leg with Super Green liniment in hopes it will be OK by Friday. Or at least by Monday.

In closing, everybody has to be somebody to somebody to be anybody.

This week's recipe can be made ahead and frozen, and you can then wrap them in foil and put them in your child's lunchbox to be heated up in the oven.


1/2 cup yellow cornmeal

1 cup flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 tablespoon sugar

1 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon paprika

1/2 teaspoon dry mustard

1 cup evaporated milk (or sweet cream)

1 egg, beaten

Mix all ingredients together in a bowl, then pour into a tall glass.

Dip pre-cooked hot dogs into mixture and deep-fat fry at 350 degrees until golden brown. Drain on paper towels.

For easier handling, put wooden skewers into hot dogs before dipping in cornmeal mixture.

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