Most days, I catch a glimpse of blue dresses or black pants playing in the field lane or dashing through the barn. Little Joe is probably my favorite of the four...some days I just can't resist snapping a few photos from an upstairs window. Here's a series from a milder snowy day earlier this winter. I call it...
The patience of Little Joe.
Now, if I lived in a place without winter, I'd live in a place without these glimpses of Little Joe, and so would you. And I think that would be a great loss for all of us.
Oh, and guess what my neighbor sent home with me today? She had just made them yesterday. (I'm pretty sure she doesn't make doughnuts in July!) Apparently, today was just the right (winter!!) day to visit my neighbors!
What's to love about winter? Neighbors. Amish neighbors.