Crossing the covered bridge into c. 1850, hands held tightly.
Cornhusk wreath making and flower arranging.
Cooking . . .
and more cooking . . . apple butter . . .
Nothings says fall in Indiana like it !
Visit the sheep, newly shorn.
A working water wheel.
The Lauras cabin, and my friend, Joyce.
Rug hooking made a strong showing.
My talented friend, Carolyn.
Such a fine day.
