By Roseann Zimmerman
Correspondent 

Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

 

Dear April,

Thank you for all the lovely gifts you gave to us and forgive us if we grumbled about all your chilly, cloudy days. Even though we don't usually burn wood for warmth in all your days, we did have wood to burn so we were thankful for our warm home.

Forgive us for being so unappreciative of your swirling snow in windy skies as we scrambled to protect our seedlings. Your precipitation was also in the form of life-giving rain for millions of alfalfa seeds in our fields. We are thankful for the tiny two-leafed miracles. Your rumbling thunder seemed to awaken the earth and the grass...



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