"How sweet is that!" I had thought to myself as I strolled passed their driveway. Then my eyes lit on the scene of strangers behind the next house. I stopped dead in my tracks. I am pretty sure my mouth gaped open and my chin hit the ground. Was I seeing things? I blinked a few times only to find they were still there. I slowly began walking again.
"I've got to get a picture of this or else Joe will never believe me!" I began searching for the camera in my phone, still trying to walk causally without hitting any trees, but it dawned on me that if they were truly Amish they would not appreciate getting their picture taken. In fact, they think that taking pictures is stealing their soul. I certainly did not want them to think that I was a soul-stealing, nosy neighbor flashing my camera at them! But then again, WHO would believe my strange tale? We were states away from the nearest Amish/Mennonite community. I mean, come on! This is Wallingford, Connecticut! So, at the last second, I held up my phone in a haphazard way and with one last desperate attempt to prove that I saw what I saw, I hit the button quickly and kept walking. I did not know if I had caught the moment because the sun was glaring too much for me to see my screen. From what I saw it looked like I had only captured the grass and trees. But, then I zoomed into the bushes behind the fence and there they were! Ha! Proof that I am not crazy!!!!
P.S. I went by a house on the opposite street later that day and saw a giant van in the driveway. I think the plate was an Ohio plate. Also in the driveway were a few Mennonite ladies, with long red dresses and their caps. I now know they were not Amish because they would not be driving a van...only a horse and buggy. It sure made my day though! :)