This time of year, I get restless...
Not for just anywhere.
But to head to all things Amish.
It's a dull tug on my heart.
To be where simplicity, travel by horse, and the word of God is spoken freely.
I'm not looking for fancy.
But rather, what I'm used to living like...rustic.
But for now, I'll stay on our 40, until the next time I venture out.
Out among the Amish.
Until tomorrow, God willing.