Effingham Public Library - Cloverleaf Farm

April 11, 2009 By Kathy

Today was the Easter egg hunt at the Effingham Public Library. I put my ears and my cotton tail and hopped on over to help out. The kids got to make paper Easter baskets and then decorate them. I brought the eggs, and they got to color those. There were stickers there for both the eggs and the baskets. Then it was time for the big egg hunt. There were 8 children, so they each got to find 4 filled eggs. The older kids found them right off. The younger ones were helped by their parents. They all found their eggs and headed back to the craft table.
The final treat was the cupcakes and apple juice. First we had to tear them away from the candy filled eggs.
The kids of all ages had a wonderful time.

A Busy Weekend

April 10, 2009 By Kathy

Tomorrow is the big Easter Egg Hunt at the Effingham Public Library. I am baking cupcakes and bringing the apple juice. Oh, and of course the eggs. White eggs, green eggs, and brown eggs. The kids will search for filled eggs around the library, and the eggs I am donating will be for coloring. They even get to make an Easter basket to put them in. I have to make the cupcakes later. I have to think of something fun and creative for the tops. I don’t have any frosting on hand, but I am sure I will come up with something.
I have almost finished the Muriel dress for Thornton Square. I just have to finish putting on the lace and fix the collar. Her birthday is next Thursday, so I will make it on time. I thought for a day or two I wasn’t going to be done on time. No worries.
We started working on the Thornton Square website last night. We have gotten the design up and the categories. Now, I have to work on getting the pictures of the replica clothing and descriptions on there. The descriptions are always the hardest for me.
Sunday will be the day we cut a whole so the first set of chickens can actually free range again. We switched them to a new pen last fall, and they haven’t been out yet this spring. They peer out the windows, longing to scratch in the dirt again. Wait until they meet the cats.