The dogs were barking their “Amish Carriage Bark” and I looked out of my study window. I expected the carriage to rush on by, but it turned left and crossed the road, and came into my driveway.

I got up and ran to the back of the house and saw Moise and his son do a sweet tight circle maneuver with the carriage right around my car and up to the back door.

They were holding an umbrella in the rain. Moise came to ask me if I could drive him to the Glens Falls bus station this afternoon. I said sure, I would be happy too. And I am.

I’ll pick him up after lunch. The trip will take an hour each way. It will be a pleasure to spend some time with him on the drive.

I’m eager to learn as much as I can about the Amish, their culture and faith, and gentleness. I am also in awe of Moise’s drive and energy. It’s very easy to talk with him.

I understand that the Amish cannot be friends in the way we “English” can but I enjoy getting to know him. We feel at ease with one another. He is very bright and articulate.

(The family is launching their Donut Friday this Friday at their food stand just South of Lauderdale Park on Route 22 in Jackson. I have a good feeling about it.)

I’m getting to know the Amish horses. This one was Ruby. As the carriage left the driveway  I petted Ruby on her forehead.

Moise’s son Joe (an avid Hardy Boy fan) reached out and high-fived me.

This year is going to be even more interesting than the last year. And a lot more fun, I think.