Before we got to Oxford for the festival, we decided to go visit the Amish community close to Pontotoc again, especially since we were going right by there. And one of the great things about the drive was seeing all this crimson clover in the median and alongside the road the whole way:
We didn't go to every single house, but I like hand-lettered signs so...
This time I bought this big basket - it looks like an old cotton basket - and the man said that's what most people call it. I was thinking it might be nice to hold toys in, for Shug's room:
We got homemade butter (actually I bought homemade butter at two different houses because I love the idea that someone out there is still milking a cow and churning butter):