Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Dear February,

Thank you for all the gifts in your days, through the mighty hand of God who rules over His created seasons.

Your first day was the first of many calm, gray days that only hinted of freezing. Some of your days were record-breaking warm that drew me to my little greenhouse where tiny plants burst through the soil with promises. Some of your days were frigid with wild winds swooping over Lock Mountain with mighty gusts of power. Your days never gave much rain or snow so for the first time ever I planted peas in your month.

Some days were happy with grandchildren around our ta...