Sweet Corn Festival

a day to jump out of bed and herd the kids straight to the car. the first fall fest of the year and its life or death! sweet corn dunked in butter and salt and pepper to taste, strawberry ice cream for the screamin demon and a forever wished for sprite from the boy who had none.
another fall season barging in on us, handing us many opportunities to get out and keep those traditions alive.
me and nev got hung up in the halloween booth in awe over the beauty (and the prices)! and the realization that our favorite season is smacking us right in the face..swoon
i entered bum in a corn shucking contest and he got right up with the kids ready to compete for whatever corn shucking was. After one head of corn, he left the line insisting on a small break. lol, who's the unschooler here! we opted out and moved on to bigger and better things, like jumping on a hayride and watching the old bearded men cook over the fire, and lusting over fresh homemade sour dough bread that we were $2 short of buying. its all good though, we left happy with ice scream splattered shirts and corn in our teeth, win!
here's to a perfect sunday afternoon and being thankful to live in a place where there are seasons!

 “But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”