Fun Day 5/11

Hello! Today on Fun Day we have for you the second and last part of the Story "The Plot Of Ground"
If you haven't read the first part, click HERE.

"The Plot Of Ground"
By Abbie Wagner
Part 2

As the children got older I could tell. They didn’t come as often. But they seemed to still enjoy coming. My little girl was no longer a little girl but a big girl. A young lady would be better put. Her long golden hair hung down her back and she did not yell or scream anymore but she still liked to swing and her green eyes twinkled when she did. She had still not out grown the limp but she had grown in so many other ways that you could not tell she was crippled.

Then one day my girl come with the boy that helped build the tree house. But where are the others? I thought maybe they would come later, but they didn’t. The boy pushed my girl on the swing and she laughed. The boy and my girl came often, especially in the evenings. They walked slowly around the meadow and pond and talked. Sometimes they sat in the tree house and sometimes they sat under my shade.

Then on evening, just as the moon was had risen above the trees. The boy asked my girl to marry him. She looked very happy standing out there in the moonlight. Soon summer ended and winter came and I didn’t see the boy and my girl anymore. I thought that they had forgotten me. But then when spring came along and the flowers and trees started to bloom, I saw them. They had brought a bunch of people and they were setting up tables and chairs and covering them with white tablecloths. Over on the other end of the meadow they set up a white trellis with red, pink and white flowers on it. Chairs where lined up in front of the trellis and a white cloth was rolled out down the space between the chairs. My girl tried to help set up chairs but after a bit she had to set down. There were flowers and bows everywhere. It looked lovely.

The next day loads of people came, I had never seen so many people! Then a bunch of men came in black suits. They went and stood in fount of the trellis. Then music started and I saw a young lady dressed in white start down the aisle. She had a veil over her face but I could see her golden hair and her bright green eyes and I know that it was my girl for she walked with a slight limp. Then I realized that it was a wedding! My girl was getting married! After that the boy was my boy too.

The rest of the day was a happy one. People talked and laughed, but soon the party was over. Everything was picked up and everything when back to normal. But I didn’t see my girl again. I wondered where she went. And why she never came back.

I was feeling sad and lonely one day when I heard a terrible noise! It had a load whirring sound and then there was a crash as one of trees on the other side of the meadow fell. It was drug away and soon more trees had fallen and had been drug away. Then the path where the trees had been was smoothed and covered in rock. Then large machines came. Some cut into the dark brown earth while others carried it away. Then swarms of men in orange hats came and began to build something in the hole. It was built up and up, almost a tall as I was, and ended in a point. Then more wood was put on the outside and black sheets where put on the roof, and there in the middle of the meadow was a big white house. It had a porch on the front and a patio in the back. I wasn’t sure what to think of it. Then one day a black car came down the road. It parked in front of the house and out climbed my boy and girl! A moving van came up behind them. Then my boy and girl stood back as men carried tables, chairs and beds into the house. That is when I realized that they were going to live there! I was happy.

The years passed quickly and soon there was four little children playing in the yard. I watched as they grow up and soon they also moved away. Then one day, oh happy day, my girl became a grandma!

Now I watch ten happy children playing in the lawn and the adults are setting on the patio talking, I see my girl come out onto the patio. She still has a limp and her golden hair has turned gray. But she eyes are still the same green and they could still sparkle the same way they did all those many years ago.

 

Well, What did you think of this story? We hope you enjoyed!!

~Marie-Grace & Mckenna~

Need A Break :(

Hi Guys! So I you can probably tell I haven't be posting very much. :( I really miss posting but I am at a end for inspiration. School ends (For me) on the 16th of May. That's the end of next week! I am sooooo happy!!! But things have gotten very busy for me and I need A break to clear my brain. So I am going to take a break till the 19th that means I will be back On the 20TH!!! I hope this don't disappoint anyone, and I will still participate in all the things I have said I will do. So I am not totally gone, I am just not going to post for about 2 weeks. If you need me you can still contact me by commenting or emailing me at mandyjw4@gmail.com. I will see on the 20th!!!!
~Layla~

Fun Day 5/4

Hello, We are back with Fun Day!! As we promised you last week here is the new story for you! There will be 2 parts.

Its called "The Plot Of Ground"
By Abbie Wagner

As I stand here on the edge of the grassy lawn, I see a bunch of laughing children playing at the back of the big white house. I push my strong branches, which hold a tree house, up in to the clear blue sky. I hear a splash that draws my attrition to the pond just down the hill. The older boys are jumping in to the pond trying to make the biggest splash. I smile; I have seen many young children do that. I look toward the house and see the old grandma looking out one of the windows at her grandchildren.

I remember when she was a little girl. I was a young tree, not more than eight years old when I saw her. She came with her parents and older brother for a picnic in the meadow. The big white house was not yet built. She was not more than three years old but something about her struck me. I don’t know if it was her golden curls bouncing in the wind as she played or her smile and laugh. Then I realized it. She limped. It seemed that her right leg just wouldn’t work. But she didn’t seem too sad about it. Whenever she would fall down she would hop right back up and keep going. Then in a little bit down she would go again. I watched in fascination as she followed her brother around this way. Soon it was time for them to go and I watched the family walk down a little path with the little girl between the mom and dad. I began to think of her as my girl. I hoped I would see her again.

I did. The family came often to picnic in the meadow or swim in the pond. And every time my little girl came I was surprised by how much she had grown. Soon she was not that little girl that had followed her brother’s every move. And she never let her leg get in her way. She began to do her own things. She climbed up in to my branches to play or sat under my shade to read.

One day my little girl and her brother brought another brother and sister to the meadow. They explored around the meadow and pond. The boys walked together and the girls walked a little slower behind because my girl couldn’t always keep up. Then they finely stopped at the foot of me.

“It’s a good strong oak.” the new boy said. I glanced down. I really had grown. Just like the little girl I had grown. I smiled.

“I bet we could hang a swing right there.” my little girl’s brother said pointing to one of my branches.

So they did. Soon the little girls where playing here every day. Some days the boys would come too. After dark they would play hide-n-seek in the trees. The children continued to grow. In the winter they would play in the snow and in the summer they would go swimming and play in my branches.

Two years later my girl, her brother and their friends from the farm next door, decided to build a tree house in my branches. It took them almost all of the summer but when it was done it was a good tree house. It was a big platform with a railing all the way around and poles supporting the roof above it. A rope ladder hung down the front. The boys played pirates and cowboys and the girls played house and had sleepovers. And my girl always found a way to join them.

 

What do you think? Come back next week for the last part!!

~Marie-Grace & Mckenna~

New Blog!!!

Hi from the Dollville Staff! Layla's sister Bella has created a blog of her own. But it will look like Layla is posting it, because Bella is using Layla's google account. Because well she don't have her own. It is called The Life Of Leah Rose. The diary of a 12 year old girl. It is cool check it out!! She won't be posting as much as Layla but she will be posting about 2 times a week! :)
~The Dollville Staff~

Photo Of The Week 5/2

So it snowed today! Imagine!!! May 2nd and it snowed!!! Its still snowing!!! I think we have at least 3 inches. :( And just 2 days ago it was 80 degrees! Anyway today I took a picture of the snow. So lets

 

LOOK AT THE WORLD

 

DIFFERENTLY.

 

So what do you think? I hope you enjoyed!!

~Beth~ 

The Farming Report 5/1

Hello all! Joe here. So work has started at Hilltop Farms. We will be covering the action as the year progresses. So for the past 3 days we have be doing Walls-Of-Water. This is usually done at the end of April. If you have any questions ask. (Sorry for the bad quality on the pictures they where taken from my phone.)

So here is a Wall-Of-Water.

 

It is covering a tomato plant. (that is all we put Walls-Of-Waters on)

 

So let me start form the beginning. We start by planting (which I will cover in another post.)

 

Then we put wires in.

 

 

The wires are put in a tepee shape, over the plant.

 

 

 Here is the pile of wires on the wagon.

 

We have to crawl up on the wagon to get some of the wires off.

 

Next the sheaths are put on the wires.

 

 

Here is one of the boys putting a sheath on the wires.

 

The sheaths are stored over the winter in these big boxes.

 

Here is a close up on the sheathes.

 

 

After we have wired and sheathed a ways up the row we hook up the pipping. My boss is doing it in this picture. his name is Luke. (P.s. He is getting married the end of May) J

 

A look at the piping (Which we use to fill the sheathes)

 

The pipe is a flexible hose with a hard plastic spout.

 

There is a nob that you can turn to adjust the speed of the water.

 

Here is a picture of the hose. 

 

 

A tangled mess of hose. J

 

 

Here is motor that pumps the water.

 

Here is one of the girls filling the Sheath.

 

More filling!

 

Here is a video of one of the boys filling a Sheath.

 

 

Everyone Filling!

 

 

Water Boots are a MUST for the workers wardrobe! Because mud is EVERYWHERE!

 

 

Here are some pictures of the field.

 

 

 

 

So that is all there is to it! If you have any question, Fell free to ask!

 ~Joe~

Ask Abbie 4/30

 Hello and welcome to Ask Abbie. This weeks question si fro Rachel. It Says

Dear Abbie,
I have two friends, and they are always going somewhere without me! And It makes me feel left out when they do that! What should I do?
~Rachel

Well Rachel,
This is a very common problem, Sadly. :( I experinced this to but they where going places. They happened to be cozeins and we we would be toguther they would talk about things that happened in the family. And i had NO idea what they where talking about! So you are not alone. Here is what I did. I explained to them that when they talked about that stuff I felt left out. They understood and stopped talking about that stuff, for the most part. So my segestion is to explain to them how you feel. If they are any kind of friends they will try to include you or explain why they feel they can't include you. If you can work out your problems it will strengthen your friendship! :) Hope this helps!
~Abbie~

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