We woke up to this little bunny sitting outside the kitchen window eating some of the weeds that have grown up.
We went to Killem, AL for a Pioneer Homeschool Day. They had a bunch of pioneer crafts for the kids to do.
They made bows and arrows.
They chopped their veggies to cook over a fire. The people roasted some pork and chicken.
Cooking our own lunch.
The kids hand dipped candles.
We are studying American History so it fit in to see how they lived a little. We went an hour away to someone's home with an actual outhouse. (Yep, we avoid non flushing toilets as much as we can.) They churned icecream with a hand turned churn. They made butter with a jar with a handle that you turn. They had a wringer wash tub and the kids could run rags through it and hang on a line. They were supposed to weave a basket, quilt, and we left when they took us behind the barn to a stack of wood and the kids were going to build their chicken coop. I knew bad weather was coming and I had an hour drive home, and I didn't want to stand there while the kids built their coop so we left. I felt out of place. I was the only one from our group that went and everyone else seemed to know each other.