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Amish Acuity

When I first began being "... out among the Amish," I was like a giddy teenage girl heading to the Prom.

Fast trot

I’d gasp, and at the same time let out a shrill scream, followed by giggles and, "Oh my gosh, OH My GOSH, the buggy is coming this WAY!!!"

Waiting

Now, I’m silent.

OK, maybe not silent.

Two seater

Oh sure, you might hear me say, “There’s a buggy ... up ahead."

Reins of youth

Or, “Amazing…look at the young boy driving those horses."

But it is different now.

Close up

I used to live “out among the English."

English cars

However, in the last decade, I traded the fast-paced world of consumerism for a simple existence, on "our 40."

Raz in training

For years I watched, and admired the Amish. Then a world of dog mushing and living with Siberians, Alaskans, and farm animals presented itself to me.

It was the perfect blend.

Yoked with the perfect husband.

Farm life

Before I knew it, I was stepping back. Way back.

And now, when I see the Amish, like at a recent Amish auction, I simply nod.

Nod

A knowing nod.

One that says, I, too, understand.

Dapple under apple

Simple, plain, and Godly.

Until tomorrow ~ God willing,

Woodswoman