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Winds of change are blowing through Willow Ridge, and they're bringing a stranger to the Sweet Seasons Bakery. At first, widowed Miriam Lantz has misgivings about Ben Hooley, a handsome but rootless traveling blacksmith. But as she gets to ...
Winds of change are blowing through Willow Ridge, and they're bringing a stranger to the Sweet Seasons Bakery. At first, widowed Miriam Lantz has misgivings about Ben Hooley, a handsome but rootless traveling blacksmith. But as she gets to know the kind-hearted newcomer, she wonders if his arrival was providential. Perhaps she could find love again--if only there weren't so many obstacles in the way. With Bishop Knepp relentlessly pursuing her hand in marriage and the fate of her beloved café at stake, Miriam must listen to God and her heart to find the happiness she longs for and the love she deserves.
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Miriam Lantz slammed the whistling window shut. When was the last time they'd seen such a fierce wind? Rain pelted the roof of the Sweet Seasons Bakery Café, not quite drowning out the troubling thoughts that had wakened her in the wee hours. Too often these past weeks she'd dwelled upon Bishop Knepp's vow to somehow get her out of her business and into his home. Ordinarily it wasn't her way to fret so, but Hiram Knepp could stir up more trouble than a nest of ornery hornets, if he had a mind to. It hadn't made him one bit happy, when an English fellow had outbid him to buy this building a month ago.
Miriam sighed. She didn't usually start the day's baking at one in the morning, either, but lately she'd felt so restless ... as unsettled as the weather they'd had all during September. Now that she and her partner, Naomi Brenneman, wouldn't lose their building—or their booming business—she should be focused on her daughter Rachel's wedding, set for October 20. Such a happy time, because Naomi's son Micah was the perfect match for her daughter! But even kneading the fragrant, warm dough for the cornmeal rolls on today's lunch menu didn't settle her.
Miriam pushed the grainy dough with the heels of her hands, then folded it over itself and repeated the process time had so deeply ingrained in her ... sprinkled more cornmeal and flour on the countertop, and then rolled the sleeves of her dress another fold higher. "Awful warm in here," she murmured.
The oven alarm buzzed, and she pulled out six thick pumpkin pies. As she replaced them with large pans of apple crisp, Miriam paused. Was that a horse's whinny she'd heard outside?
Not at this hour, in this storm. Who'd be fool enough to risk life and limb—not to mention his horse—travelin' the dark county blacktop that runs through Willow Ridge?
She inhaled the spicy aromas of cinnamon and cloves, imagining the smiles on folks' faces after tomorrow's preaching service at Henry and Lydia Zook's, when they surprised the bishop by celebrating his fifty-fifth birthday. These pies, made from her sister Leah's fresh pumpkins, would be the first to go—but their hostess, Lydia, had also ordered a layer cake and sheet cakes from the Sweet Seasons for the occasion.
And if Hiram gets the notion I baked all these things especially to impress him, he'd better just find somebody else to court. And to raise his kids, too!
Miriam chuckled in spite of her misgivings. If anyone could think of a way to dodge the bishop's romantic intentions, it would be she and her girls! It was no secret around Willow Ridge that Hiram's young wife, Linda, who'd died of birthing complications, had borne more than just the burden of being married to their moral and community leader. While Miriam believed she could live the more upright life required of a bishop's wife, serving as an example to their Old Order Amish community, she had no illusions about sharing the same house with Hiram and his rambunctious kids—not to mention his daughter Annie Mae, who was in the throes of a rumspringa no stepmother wanted to deal with!
A loud crash out in the dining room made Miriam jump. Glass tinkled over the tables and a sudden gust of wind howled through a jagged hole in the window before the power went out.
The bakery grew eerily quiet, what with the freezers and the dishwasher shutting off. This storm was a reminder of how her gas appliances at home had an advantage over the electric ones required by the health department and installed by the Schrocks, the Mennonite quilters who shared her building. Miriam was no stranger to the darkness, as she usually started her baking at three every morning, but this storm had set her on edge. And when had she ever seen a huge tree limb on a table?
"Lord a-mercy, what's next?" she murmured as she warily made her way through the darkness, between the café's tables. "Better have Naomi's boys clean this up before folks come in for the breakfast—"
Again a horse neighed, right outside the window this time.
"Whoa, fella! Easy now!" a male voice coaxed.
A bolt of lightning shot across the sky, to backlight the frightening silhouette of a huge Percheron rearing up, frantically pawing the air. The horse's handler stood near the damaged tree, struggling with the reins, still talking as calmly as he could while dodging those deadly hooves. "Pharaoh, take it easy, fella! We'll wait out the storm right here, so—"
But another ominous flash filled the sky and in his frenzy, the horse tipped forward to buck with its powerful back legs.
Miriam heard a sickening thud as those hooves connected with a human body, and then a cry of pain and another thud when the fellow struck the café's outside wall. The huge Percheron galloped off, whinnying in terror, its reins flapping behind it.
Things got very quiet. Only the patter of the rain and some rapidly retreating hoofbeats punctuated the darkness. Miriam rushed to unlock the café's main door, afraid of what she might find. Her husband, Jesse, had been trampled to death by a huge stallion that spooked while Jesse was shoeing him, so frightening images rushed through her mind as she stepped outside.
The poor man lay sprawled against the foundation of her building. She considered herself a fairly stalwart woman, able to heft fifty-pound bags of flour and such, but for sure and for certain she wouldn't be moving this stranger.
Best not to shift him around anyway, she reasoned, noting that his head was up out of the puddles. Should she find something to cover him, and then call for help? Or hurry straight to the phone shanty behind the building? Best to call 911 and then ... but what if he got kicked in the head? What if he's not gonna come around?
Miriam hesitated but a moment. If the fellow was unconscious, at least he wasn't in pain, and if he was already gone, well, the paramedics had better come to make sure of that. She started back inside but before she reached the door, the man groaned loudly.
"Don't try to stand up! Ya got kicked mighty hard, by the sound of it." Miriam sensed that he, like most injured fellows, would ignore a woman's instructions, so she hunkered down beside him. The cold rain soaked through her kapp and the back of her dress, but that was a minor discomfort compared to what her visitor must be feeling. "Where'd he kick ya? A horse that big—and that scared— could've killed ya, easy."
The fellow winced, shifting. "I should've known better than ... just wanted to get one town farther along, ya know?" he rasped. "Should've just stayed with my wagon instead of thinkin' Pharaoh would get over bein' spooked by this lightnin'. Smarter than I am, that horse is."
Miriam looked all around but saw nothing. She moved closer, under the eaves where she wouldn't get quite so wet. "What kind of wagon are we talkin' about?" she asked. Maybe this man was half out of his head after being kicked so hard. He had the nicest voice, though. And even if he was in horrible-bad pain, he was thinking of his horse's welfare.
"Smithy wagon. I'm a travelin' farrier." He looked at her then, gingerly rubbing his chest. "Lookin' to find some reasonable land for a mill, so's I can settle down. I came to these parts on account of the rapids I heard about on the river."
Miriam's heart played hopscotch in her chest. "A travelin' blacksmith?" she asked in a thin voice. "We've got an empty smithy right behind the café buildin' here. Belonged to my Jesse, but he's passed now, and ..."
Had she said too much? It wasn't like her to speak of her widowed state to strangers, yet this fellow seemed willing to reveal his own hopes and dreams to her. So what could it hurt?
"I'm sorry to hear that, ma'am." He inhaled, testing the pain in his chest. "Ya know, I think if I could sit up against the buildin'—"
"Here, let me help ya!"
"—and draw a few gut, deep breaths to clear my head—"
"Don't try to stand up just yet!" Miriam knew she sounded like a mother hen clucking instructions, but she didn't want him falling over. "If ya can wait here, I'll call the ambulance and—"
"You'll do no such thing!" He grabbed her arm, and then managed a tentative smile despite the rain that soaked him. His other hand remained on his chest, massaging the spot where the horse must've kicked him. "A fella in my line of work gets some sense knocked into him every now and again. Probably a gut thing."
Oh, but that smile and his touch set the butterflies to fluttering inside her! Miriam drew back, and he released her arm. She chuckled nervously and he joined her, a happy sound, even though the thunder still rumbled around them. "All right then, since you're a man and you'll do as ya please anyway, can I at least bring ya out a chair to pull yourself up with?" she asked. "Better than sittin' in this puddle, ain't so?"
"Right nice of ya to look after me this way."
Miriam scurried inside and grabbed a sturdy chair from the nearest table. Part of her wanted to call the Brenneman boys—her Rachel's fiancé, Micah, would be here in two shakes of a tail—yet she craved some time alone with this stranger. She told herself she was giving him a chance to recover before anyone else saw him in this sorry state—
"If ya don't mind my drippin' on your floor, I'll just rest here for a few."
Miriam jumped. Why wasn't she surprised that the man had already stood himself up and come in without her help? He eased into the chair she'd pulled out.
"I'd ask what ya were doin' here at this crazy hour, in the pitch dark," he murmured as he looked around, "but I guess that's none of my business. I've got to tell ya, though, it smells so gut I must've passed through the pearly gates and into heaven."
Miriam laughed again in spite of her agitated state. "I'm bakin' pies and decoratin' cakes for the bishop's surprise party tomorrow. Gettin' the day's breakfast and lunch started, too," she replied. "Welcome to the Sweet Seasons Bakery Café. Can I get ya some coffee, or—"
"Seems Pharaoh knew more about where to drop me off than I gave him credit for." Her visitor leaned toward her, smoothing the wet hair back from his face. "I'm Ben Hooley, by the way, originally from out around Lancaster County. I appreciate your takin' a chance on a wayfarin' stranger."
"And I'm Miriam Lantz. So I guess we're not strangers now, ain't so?"
And where had such boldness come from? Here they were in the dark without another soul around, chatting like longtime friends. At three in the morning, no less!
Oh, the bishop's not gonna like this! Not one little bit!
The fellow extended his hand, and as Miriam shook it the kitchen lights flashed on. The refrigerators hummed, and for a moment she could believe it was the little spark of electricity passing from his hand to hers that had restored the building's power.
Ben's laugh filled the empty dining room. "Well now. What do ya think about that?" He looked around, smiling. "The Lord's watchin' over me for sure and for certain, bringin' me here to your place on such a nasty night. A port in a storm. Just what I've been needin' for a while."
Miriam smiled at that ... at the sound of his mellow male voice and the way it seemed to make itself at home in her little café. Then she blinked, remembering the reality of this situation: she knew nothing about this Hooley fellow, except that his clothes and speech announced he was Plain and that he'd been kicked by his horse. But now that he was recovering, and the power was back on in her kitchen—
"If you'll point me toward a broom, I'll clean up this mess and get that branch back outside where it belongs," he offered. "It's the least I can do, seein's how ya got me in out of the rain."
She'd been so busy following the lines of his clean-shaven face when he talked, she'd made a fool of herself; there was a huge section of maple tree covering two of her tables and she'd all but forgotten it. "Oh, but ya surely must be too sore to be heftin'—I can get a couple of our fellas—"
"Comes a time when I can't move that tree limb or push a broom, ya better just bury me." Ben scooted to the edge of his chair and slowly stood up, testing his balance. "See there? I'm gut as new. A little soggy, but movin' around's the cure for that, and a way to keep from gettin' stiff, too."
Miriam didn't know what to say ... didn't think it proper to examine his chest, even if he probably had a huge, hoof-shaped bruise where his horse had kicked him. It was the first time she'd been alone with a man since Jesse had passed—except for Bishop Knepp, and she'd ducked out of his embrace—so she felt acutely aware of Ben's broad shoulders and how his wet shirt clung to them. He was a slender fellow but muscular—
And what business do ya have gawkin' at him? He can't be thirty yet. More Rhoda's age than yours!
Thoughts of her grown daughters—how they'd be here with Naomi in a couple of hours to prepare for the breakfast shift—steadied her resolve. She smiled at Ben but stepped back, too. It wasn't proper for an Amish woman to behave this way, even when no one was watching—except God, of course. "If you're up to that sort of work, I'd be grateful, as I've got my bakin' to get back to," she replied. "But if ya feel woozy or short of breath, like ya need a doctor—"
"Your kindness has already worked a miracle cure, Miriam. Right nice of ya to set aside a few of the Old Ways to help me out."
Had he read her mind? Or did he just know the right things to say? A traveling blacksmith surely knew all sorts of ins and outs when it came to making deals for what he needed ... And what sort of fellow, in a trade every Old Order Amish family relied upon, didn't settle in one community? And if Ben knew about the rapids in the river, what else had he checked up on? What if he was making up this story as he went along, to gain some advantage over her— or whomever he met up with—in Willow Ridge?
And what if you're spinnin' all this stuff out like a spider, about to catch yourself in a web of assumptions? Sure, he's got a nice smile, but—
He did have a nice smile, didn't he? Miriam quickly fetched a broom and dustpan from the closet, relieved that Ben had already stepped outside to see about pulling the big tree branch from her window. She set the tools where he would find them and then returned to her kitchen, where the lights were brighter and the serving window acted as a barrier between this good-looking stranger and her work space.
Jah, he is gut-lookin'. And that's not his fault, is it?
Miriam laughed at herself. No, Ben Hooley's looks and manner were gifts from God, same as the way Rachel, Rhoda, and Rebecca favored their handsome dat.
"And what do ya think of all this, Jesse?" she whispered. Every now and again she asked her late husband's opinion, or thought about how he would have handled situations she found herself in, even though her confidence had increased a lot during these past months of successfully running her business.
Miriam stood quietly at her flour-dusted work table ... just letting the hum of the appliances and the aroma of spicy pumpkin pies keep her company.
Wait for the promise of the Father.
She blinked. Was that still, small voice she relied upon for guidance—be it Jesse's or God's—implying the heavenly Father might have made a promise to her? And that He was about to keep it? As glass tinkled onto the café floor and that tree branch disappeared out the gaping hole in the window, she wondered if this had been a providential morning. Meant to be, for both her and Ben.
For sure and for certain, this stranger was giving her a lot to think about.
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Posted April 6, 2013
It is a 5 part series.I have read the first two parts.This story is about a mother and her triplet daughters.They have some very trying times.The two I read have me acquiously awaiting the next book.The turn abouts keep you guessing what is going to happen next.This,is a very good writer who keeps you wondering way the next ventur isgoing to take place.I rate this a star 5 book to read.
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Posted October 25, 2012
An Even Sassier Amish Tale!
Book Two of Charlotte Hubbard’s Season of the Heart Series brings us back to the center of the Lantz family and so close to the Sweet Seasons Bakery Café that you would swear you could smell the delicious delights coming right out of Miriam’s oven! The winds of time bring with it many changes in life and no one knows this better than Miriam Lantz does, for her life has irrevocably changed. As autumn approaches, Miriam reflects on her three grown daughters; one soon to be married, one so thankfully recovered and one to keep her company in their brand new apartment until time comes that she, too is ready to settle down with a special man. A restless night leads to an even earlier morning doing what she loves best, but an impending storm decides to bring more change Miriam’s way. Miriam continues to evade the advances of the ever-present elder Hiram Knepp who insists he will do anything in his power to make her his wife, no matter how many times she may refuse him. The effects of his insistence in pressing the advantage may soon lead to his own undoing. Nevertheless, the winds carry a different message with hopeful glimpses of changes that could be. Although at times Miriam will struggle and find herself questioning her own motives, cloaked within the unwavering stronghold of her faith Miriam may soon find these winds blowing in her favor. Fresh baked cookies and a soft blanket are all you need as company while curled up savoring the homecoming journey in our return to Willow Ridge. (Complete with recipes!)
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Read this book in three days. Charlotte Hubbard is an amazing author. Looking forward to more books in this series!
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I will admit that when I read the first book in this series, I liked it, but I probably was not enthralled. At that point, I was fairly new to Amish fiction, and some of it just didn't resonate with me. It was good, but not the best. And you know how first books in the series can be.
This second book in the series is an absolute masterpiece! I was so glad I read the first in the series because as I began to read this book, it was like visiting with old friends. I knew the characters, and I absolutely loved them! This was one of the easiest reads for me in a while, and it spoke to me on so many levels.
First of all, I was intrigued by the information on the Amish. I spent a lot of time looking up information on the Amish because I found I knew little about them. It was neat to see that what Charlotte Hubbard was writing about was true! I knew it was--it was clear she knew what she was talking about. But I am one of those people who likes to verify things even so. I always check and double check things on regular basis.
Secondly, the romance was absolutely breathtaking! There was no "sappiness" in this book at all. That is often my complaint with "romances." This book's romance will send chills through your spine and almost have you in tears as you whisper, "How sweet!" (Okay, maybe you won't react exactly like I did, but I like to think you would!) I love the fact that the author dealt with love and romance at ages other than teenagers and 20-somethings. The fact that Miriam could seek for love at the age of 40 actually gives me hope (since I'm only two years away from that myself).
The humor in the book was absolutely fantastic! Lately it seems that the books I read have very sorry attempts at humor or none at all. This book has some fantastic scenes that will surprise and delight you. Many of the moments of humor are unforeseen which makes them even funnier!
And finally, the wonderful message of God's love and salvation are strong and real in this book. So often, Christian books are either nominally Christian or beat you over the head with the gospel. This book is real in the way it presents God. I could never be an Amish girl, and I don't agree with everything that they believe about the world and the right way to live, but we don't disagree on the important points. Many times, God spoke to me through the faith of Miriam, Ben, and Rhoda. I was reminded that somehow God would work everything out for me just like He was for the characters in the book. And the bonus was that Bishop Hiram got what was coming to him. God takes care of those kinds of issues, too.
I cannot recommend this book highly enough to everyone. It is a clean romance in every sense of the word, and it will uplift your spirits (and don't we all need that during this season?).
I was sent a copy of the book in exchange for my honest opinion. I was not financially compensated, and all opinions are 100 percent mine.
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