Many years later when I took my children to Georgia to visit their grandmother, we went to my uncle's pond to go fishing. This was always a treat. The pond was hidden away on his farm and we had to drive on dirt roads and through fields to get there. One particular evening I remember my mother exclaiming, "Oh, look at the elephants in the field!" And there... we saw big round bales of hay 'standing' all over the field. The new baler had arrived.
As I was going into St. Michaels the other day, the hay had just been cut and there was a small herd of elephants!
They are not much to sketch, but the memories are priceless...
