Today my parents and I went to Shipshewana (spelling?) and had a grand ole' time chilling with the Amish folk. It is such a strange thing to be driving along and suddenly, WHAM, you are staying into the eyes of a horse pulling a little old man in a straw hat along side your car. Life just seems so different there... easier, more pure, dare I say better? I don't think this calmness comes along JUST with the Amish, just small, country towns in general. I live in a pretty small town, but when I go someplace like this tiny Indiana town I am instantly in shock of how small towns can really be. People in these types of towns always seem to know something that everyone else doesn't though. I think they know the importance of cutting away all the fancy clothes, ipods, and fast cars and getting back to the basics: God, family, and nature.
So lets take a clue from those jolly folk in straw hats, black suspenders, and buggies; lets put down our laptops and go churn some butter.
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