I took the easy job (ordering the felted balls online) while Tracy and her industrious daughter foraged the woods for acorn caps.
I'd say I definitely got the better end of the deal.
Not only did she collect the caps, but she baked them to free us of dirty bugs (play along, people. She insists they exist).
Naturally, we ordered two more bags of balls because, after all, one can never have enough felted acorns. Can one?