We've slipped through a wormhole in time

It's about 1865 around our place this weekend. A Civil War reenactment group is here this weekend. They've set up camp on the property and we woke up to gun shots this morning (although not really louder than the first Saturday of deer season).

The men involved have come from North and South Carolina, Georgia, Virginia and I heard rumors of someone from Kentucky. They spent months preparing for the weekend, including building a bridge across a stream on the property.

Shhhh...we snuck over to the Confederate camp with fresh eggs from our chickens. We put the eggs in a muslin bag because a styrofoam carton just didn't fit with the spirit of the day.

Steve, one of the guys, took lots of time with my children answering their questions, showing them his gear and letting them taste rations. My 9-year-old son loved it! I think we can call this a school day at our homeschool.

Um, ignore the anachronistic car in the background.

And Frodo the Wonder Yorkie has been captured by The Cousin Who Shall Not Be Named.