Last night for our Laurel activity, we sewed, turned right side out, and pressed a bunch of ears for out TWELVE MONTH BUNNY project. Only two girls showed up (one who always comes is out of town for 3 weeks, and we miss her!)
I have been to several craft stores, searched high and low for fabrics and just the right touches to make my wooden bunnies. Today I hit a lumber store, and Mike helped me by cutting my 8-foot pieces of 1 x 6 and 2 x 6 into a more managable 4-foot length so I could bring them home in my car. Then he offered me some scraps--I jumped at the chance. Since I cannot find a thinner piece, some of the "magic wands" just might be from that 1 x 6 scrap lumber. Not as east to cut, but FREE is good.
See you guys--not everything in my life revolves around the blasted Statistics class!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Baling Hay, Midwest Style!
Here in the Midwest, bales of hay are not square and stacked to make (of all things!) a HAYSTACK. Rather, bales are round, and sometimes covered with a sheet of plastic, kind of like a tarp. When the "vacant" field behind our house was recently cut and baled, I caught the machinery in the process.
This is the tractor pulling the baling machine.
As the tractor heads down the field, he runs RIGHT OVER the rows of grass (part alfalfa, my dad tells me) which were cut a few days earlier and left to dry.
Here's another row of dry grass, as seen through the bean patch in our garden!
The baler rounds the corner.
Even as slow as my camera is, I was able to snap a picture as the back opened up and dropped its new bale of hay.
A couple of days later the tractor showed up again with a forklift type of attachment on the front. The worker "stabbed" the lifts into the bale and heaved it onto the trailer.
When the field was empty, the trailer was full, and the process ended--we need only watch the grass grow again, then be cut, dried, rolled and stacked as history repeats itself. One eternal round!
This is the tractor pulling the baling machine.
As the tractor heads down the field, he runs RIGHT OVER the rows of grass (part alfalfa, my dad tells me) which were cut a few days earlier and left to dry.
Here's another row of dry grass, as seen through the bean patch in our garden!
The baler rounds the corner.
Even as slow as my camera is, I was able to snap a picture as the back opened up and dropped its new bale of hay.
A couple of days later the tractor showed up again with a forklift type of attachment on the front. The worker "stabbed" the lifts into the bale and heaved it onto the trailer.
When the field was empty, the trailer was full, and the process ended--we need only watch the grass grow again, then be cut, dried, rolled and stacked as history repeats itself. One eternal round!
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