Mark and I just got back from a trip to see our family. They live in a sweet, southern small town where people say y’all and ask how you’re doing even if they don’t know your name. Their church had a fall festival complete with pony rides and free cotton candy…
In a small town, you don’t need a fancy place to have a festival. Just find a field and get going.
My newest nephew got his first pony ride. Don’t worry–daddy held on tight the whole time!
I spent about twenty minutes doing the cake walk so I could win a homemade cupcake with pink icing and sprinkles. (I’m willing to go a long way for a little bit of sugar.)
My cousin won a Razorback football in a raffle. (The guy behind him is obviously filled with envy.)
If you had been there, I would have made sure you had at least one free hot dog, taken you on the cake walk with me (and even let you keep your cupcake if you won), and probably snapped your picture to post on my blog.
Maybe next year…