Threshing Bee 2013

My 16 year old son is a very talented & creative welder.

I think I *may* have mentioned that before...;)

So we decided to try a booth at the craft fair of a local event. They have a Threshing Bee every year at one of the historical sites here.

They have a craft fair, games & projects for children, they actually  harvest & thresh the wheat in the fields with a combination of horse drawn equipment & antique tractors. There are sheep dog demonstrations & farm animals for city kids to see. They also grind some of the wheat & bake biscuits in clay ovens.

It's a really well done family event.

The only draw back?

This year, for the first day of the event, the projected temperature was 109*.

Oh dear.

It was okay though because they were wrong...

It was actually 112*.

Nice huh?

Suffice it to say not many folks came out & we made one measly little sale. And we melted. A bunch.

It was NO fun.

But the next day was beautiful. It topped out at 88*. A lovely breeze blew most of the day & we made back our booth fee plus a little profit! Phew!

I also took a bajillion or so pictures, watched the bee beard (have you ever seen one of those? Uber freaky.) Talked shop with the driving horse folks (I have a slight obsession with draft horses. Very small obsession. Really. Minor...) Enjoyed the live music & took a tour of the beautiful house on the property.

So, of course, what this post is really about is...the pictures :)

I only a chose a few. Honest. ;)

Trust me...

Here he is, the artiste, himself.

He's hard at work & I am blind because I looked into the light to take the picture...

These are my favorite thing he has made. ( and they are mine & you can't have them...just saying)

Pretty flowers.

This is his booth at the "Artisan Fair" (the term 'artisan' cracks me up. It's SO pompous!)
You can see his bottle racks & hooks & mug holders.

Here you can see his flowers & some of his chicken families.

More flowers & more chickens.

I don't know about you but I just love his stuff. It's so fun & clever & yes, I am his mom & what has that to do with anything?  ;)

Okay, okay. On with pictures from the event:

Wheat. What it was all about.

Cut wheat waiting to be threshed.

The house where it all takes place. Isn't it lovely?

The posy hanging on the front door.

And now, because I shan't narrate every photo, I am just going to warn you: I take weird pictures. They are not centered. They are not 'normal'. They are of gears & words & parts & pieces & weathered old wood & rusty nails & the like.
That is what draws my eye & the beauty in the details astounds me.
I hope you agree.

I may have mentioned  my minor draft horse fascination...

Blessings.