What is it about Amish fiction that draws you in?
Is it taking a peek into a lifestyle that may be so different than yours? Is it you love to immerse yourself into a story line where you can dream about a simpler time? Or, maybe you like to imagine yourself wandering through the picturesque countryside most Amish novels explore.
Whatever the reason may be I’m sure you enjoy just about everything Amish you can lay your hands on. If you’re like me, sometimes I don’t have time to sit down and enjoy a full-length novel but like to get a fix for my Amish lifestyle passion. If that’s you, I encourage you to join me in Willow Springs, as I give you a quick ten-minute read in this Amish Short Story.
If you love flowers, you’ll enjoy Emma’s Garden where a mourning bench is transformed into a place of healing for one old woman.
An Amish Lifestyle Short Story – Emma’s Garden
The soothing clip-clop of her horse’s hooves did nothing to calm Emma’s anxiety over her morning delivery. She’d gotten up early to get all of her chores done so she could get a fresh batch of flowers cut and wouldn’t feel rushed. But she’d forgotten to remind her brother, Matthew, that she needed to take the cart into town for an early delivery and he’d let Lizzy out to pasture which delayed her in leaving on time.
Clicking her tongue and gently slapping the reins she hoped to encourage Lizzy to go a bit faster. Usually, she enjoyed the peaceful ride into Willow Springs, but this morning she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread of being late delivering flowers to her least favorite customer.
Mrs. Sorensen owned the Bed and Breakfast in town and ordered fresh flowers to be delivered every Saturday morning. She insisted the Inn have flowers in every room and she even had them shipped in during the winter when Emma couldn’t keep her supplied. Emma’s flowers had become the talk of the town, and most weeks she couldn’t fill every order that got called into her father’s furniture shop. However, Mrs. Sorensen paid extra to be certain her order was always filled and delivered promptly at ten o’clock.
Pulling into the parking lot she quickly tethered Lizzy to the post and made her way to the back kitchen entrance. Breathing in a deep breath, she braced herself for Mrs. Sorensen’s sour mood and peeked in the screen door before she pushed it open.
Tracy Fredrychowski lives a simple life in a modern world as she writes for the popular blog, Our Simple Homestead. She strives to preserve the art of homemaking and homesteading while encouraging her readers to slow down and live a quiet stress-free life. With a focus on Amish fiction, she inspires her readers to live a God-centered life through faith, family, and community.
*Featured image by Jim Fisher*