Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
March 12, 2020
"Little crocus blooming there
What a precious beauty fair,
Head held high – so brave are you
Hoping spring shall soon shine through,
Treasured beauty – in the sod
Surely from the heart of God."
Starting my letter with a verse from Garnett Ann Schultz's "Little Crocus" poem seems like the right thing to do after one week of March. In it we had both calm winds and wild winds. We had both freezing temps overnight and warm weather with sunshine that drew us outside. As I stooped and stood upright over and over again, to take dead stalks and leaves from the big, round flowerbed in the barn...