Very sad news, Amish Acres in Nappannee is closing. We have been going there for years…the festival, the food, the tours, the plays in the round barn theater. Chad and I go for the day and take pics, buy stuff we don’t need and relax as we stuff ourselves with homemade fudge, and buy a years worth of Amish butter.
Well, I was telling my hubby about how we can’t go anymore and walk around in the Amish barns taking notes on how to keep ours. As I was going on and on, I noticed that he had a huge smile on his face. Oh, oh!
I stopped my ‘oh woe is us’ for not being able to go there anymore, and asked him, “Now what?!”
He jumped over to me, got real close and said, “Do you know what this means?” Uh, no, and I don’t think I want to either. He got a serious look in his eyes, took my hands into his and said with all sincerity, “Addie Amish Acres…A.A.A.” I quickly took my hands out of his, stood up and said, “Nope, ain’t gonna happen!” He got this shocked look on his face and said, “Why not? Can’t you just see it? We can have the llamas in the barn, you can sell your pics for a ton of money to mesmerized tourists, and we can be the only place in the world that has AMISH LLAMAS!!”
What?! There’s no such thing as Amish llamas?! Have you ever seen a buggy being pulled by a llama? Or gazing in the field with an Amish farmer close by doing work? No you haven’t, and I’m not doing it!
So for an hour he followed me around the house spewing his great idea about how to create Addie Amish Acres. Oh my gosh, I thought I was going to hit the man!
Thank goodness we cant afford to buy the place! (Though he was convinced there just had to be a wealthy patron or partner willing to give it a go!)
This morning he has all kinds of paper spread out on the table, making notes about how to create the world’s first and only Amish llama farm. Unfortunately, his non-supportive wife in this farm adventure of his, is going to crush his dream by saying once again, “Nope, ain’t gonna happen!” as I push him out the door to feed his ‘almost got to be Amish llamas.’ I think I heard him mutter under his breath that he was going to miss me as he joins the Amish community. The Amish Super Farmer…cropped beard and all.
My eyes are still rolling!