We are fortunate to have Amish neighbors; it’s lovely to see the carriages go by every day and see them take over farms and abandoned properties and bring them back to life. Our neighbors have purchased some land across the road from us, and we couldn’t be happier.

Today, one of the Amish sons came over with two big workhorses and hayed a huge hay feel all by himself. Others will come by in their hay wagon and pick it up, and they will use it for their horses.

As always, their tools are quiet and environmentally conscious. No oil, noise, or smoke.

My friend Moise lives just down the road; he is swamped. More of his children are moving here, and he is building their houses. His farm is thriving, and he sells vegetables, fruit,  garden beds, tool sheds, metal roofs, chairs, and a dozen other things.

He is transforming our small town in the best way; he has given a huge boost to our village and neighborhood.

I love looking out the windows and seeing sights like this.  We feared it would be a land developer or hedge fund; they were buying properties around us. The Amish work harder and more quietly than any people I have known.