The horses and carriages came by all day; I imagine a barn to build somewhere in the community. Sitting in my study writing, I thought of what an unlikely gift the Amish have been to me, landing almost in my lap to teach me, inspire me, stimulate my imagination.

The clip-clopping of hooves is now part of the Bedlam Farm ethos. I can recognize Moise and his family from their silhouettes as they drive away.

Things will never be the same here for me. Little will change, and yet, everything will change.