Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

A little couplet by William Cowper says that "Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rocked in the cradle of the western breeze."

Besides rocking baby buds, Old Mother West Wind touches me with freshly-washed spring air. Through the small opening of the window to my side, she also brings the sound of spring peeper songs.

"Like phantoms of a sweeter world

With ghostly bits of song,

Their chorus oft' reverberates

Throughout the evening long.

And such a sound as they can make!

Yet each with just one key –

And all together skyward rolls

A mighty symphony.

Now loud and clear, th...