the corn leaves blowing in the breeze, or the never-ending succession of
It could be the sight of an Amish farmer plowing his field,
Amish children running down the lane, or produce bulging from the bike baskets
of our Old-order Mennonite neighbors.
Perhaps it’s the song of the birds, the sight of a buggy
crammed full of giggling girls, young Amish boys in straw hats, or young girls
tending the family garden.
garden, and ice cream at a nearby dairy farm.
Farm stands are loaded with fresh produce, and cows watch as you bicycle by. Seems like time goes a little slower, the air
smells a little sweeter, and smiles are everywhere …..that’s the magic of summer in Lancaster County.
But sumer doesn’t last forever….don’t let it slip away.