Catching up, this time with pictures
I wish, oh I wish, I had remembered to take my camera out last week when I went to see my father’s old hayground. He told me some stories that occurred there, like when his father shot himself in the knee there but managed to get on top of the haywagon and get back to the road a mile or so away and flag down a group of passers-by. And his first “adventure” when his mother let him ride out alone to bring his father and brothers some cheese after a few days out mowing the wild hay — he memorized all the gates he was to go through and arrived without mishap. They were very happy to see him, having mistakenly brought cans and cans of BEETS to eat, thinking they were pork and beans. I love beets, really love them, but camping out, doing days of hard manual labor, with only beets to sustain me does not sound appealing. The hayground itself used to be a spring-fed wetland, with ponds. It is now dry and half-covered with sandhills that blew in, but you can see the tall Russian Olives growing there from a long way off. There is still water there, even if the sand is covering it and even if it is deeper due to agricultural pumping on the neighboring properties. Noxious though they are, Russian Olives do have their charm.
Here’s a picture from the Lamb and Wool Fest I attended with my parents and the boys last Saturday (don’t get excited, it was a festival for kids, not a wool-vending venue. That said, it was maybe the best kids-festival I’ve been to — no huge inflatable jumping pods or slides or rides to distract, not too big or crowded, with lots of different things to see and do. And I got to watch a pretty little Jacob get sheared.)
Aaaand a few of our hike last Sunday, complete with the rattlesnake that crawled out a few feet up the path just as we were finishing lunch. It rattled once to let us know it was there, and then slithered in a leisurely way across the trail. No harm, no worry, but I’m glad no one decided to sit wherever it had been hiding. And, no, I didn’t rush right up to it to get a picture. Sheesh.
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And hey! The baby learned to clap!