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I’ve recently been reading (or rather listening to as I work) the book Wintering by Katherine May.  Audible’s description is that it is about the power of rest and retreat in difficult times.  It struck me as quite appropriate for this beginning of...

We always get a lot of questions from our guests when they come to the Osceola Mill House to explore the life and culture of the Amish.  “Why do the Amish not drive cars?” … “Why is a large-wheeled scooter ok for transportation, but a bicycle is not?”...

We all need a break now and then and a chance to reconnect with our closest friends.  When I set out to see my best friends, I usually plan on a quiet, relaxing time around the patio, maybe with a little wine, but definitely no surprises or new experiences.  I just want time to be...

 

“…..And a time to every purpose under Heaven”  Ecclesiastes 3:1

There’s a line in the John Denver song “Rocky Mountain High” that says he was “…coming home to a place he’d never been before…”.  Although John was famously talking about Colorado and not Lancaster County,...

Last weekend we had what we call an “overfill weekend”.  Every room in the Main House was filled, including both bedrooms of our two-room suite, and there was a family of 4 in the Carriage House.   If you count up the number of people, you realize that it totals more...

Although we have technically been open for business after the quarantine for almost a year, things around here are finally feeling open.  We have had occasional visitors – two or four at a time – especially in our Carriage House Cottage.  We sat folks at separate...

I have always loved dogwood trees.  Among my earliest memories is sitting under the dogwood at my Grandfather’s house in Woodlawn, Baltimore County (coincidentally a block from Dogwood Road).  To my tiny self – it was this huge white canopy saving me from the harsh glare of...

It was Sisters’ Day.  My friend Sadie, two of her sisters, and a niece were going up to another sister’s home in Ephrata to help her catch up with some sewing for her brood of babies.  Sadie called and asked me if I might have the time to ride them up there so that more...

It was a chilly Sunday morning about halfway through our vacation.  Well, let’s be honest.  It was chilly by New Orleans’ standards for a winter morning – but I was outside on the back porch of our rented apartment drinking my coffee.  As I lazed in the sunshine...