I think I’d like to try being Amish. It’s probably more work than I could ever imagine but the simpler lifestyle and seeing the rewards of your labors sounds appealing. They were quite visible everywhere we went on our sojourn into Pennsylvania — on horse and buggy , out plowing fields, hanging laundry, or gathered in talkative clusters.
And corn, corn, corn.
Oh and yummie peaches too!
Jams, quilts, silos, meandering roads all beckoned.
But best of all, I never saw an Amish without a smile on their face. I think it might be contentment.