Monday must have been washday because every house had their laundry hanging out on the clotheslines.
All of their gardens were growing in straight rows, perfectly weeded and manicured. There were one or two rows flowers decorating the fronts of the gardens.
We passed a hayfield with little piles of hay.
A man and young boy passed us on a horse & buggy and waved to us. Everywhere we went, these special people would smile, wave, and/or nod their heads politely. I rolled down the car windows so that I could hear the wheels of the buggy turning and the "clip-clop" of the horse's hooves trotting on the road as it passed us.
Our first stop was at a Bulk Food Store where the Amish sell food in bulk. There was a young girl working the counter in traditional Amish dress and bare feet. When I asked her if I could take her picture, she kept her eyes down and said "We don't do pictures." So, I respected her privacy but found out she was only 11 years old. She wrote down our purchases in the book in front of her and meticulously figured out the tax and total. And gave back the correct change.
Their vegetables and fruit were BEAUTIFUL and COLORFUL and looked liked they had been washed and dried for perfection!
No, we didn't buy anything here. We would have had to get a number and the auctioneer was calling off the goods way too fast!
To Be Continued. . .