(sigh)Saturday evoked a gorgeous sunrise -- a big, orange ball shimmering through my windows. Temperature was just a little on the chilly side -- I could see my breath when going out for the newspaper. As mentioned many times, I love fall, and this day was one of many reasons why.
We decided to drive the 70 miles to Winchester, VA, to the Apple Harvest festival, which is a cozy event -- not to small or too large -- in a pretty foothills town. It was a pleasant drive without much traffic, skirting by Rt. 17 farmland where the alfalfa had recently been baled and sat scattered in the fields.
The festival was the usual fare of craft artisans (where I purchased my first Christmas gift for the upcoming holiday), food vendors (where I purchased a great, but messy, cheesesteak AND a festival staple -- the funnel cake). I was trying to decide between that and cotton candy, but I was already a mess from the cheesesteak. There were bluegrass bands, square dancing, rides for the kids and 50 porta potties. There was the requisite apple pie baking contest and a demonstration of making apple butter.
I spent a good while sitting at a picnic table debating with a perfect stranger the merits of a cheesesteak, which condiments should sit atop it or be left out entirely, whether the beef should be grilled or sauted. Following that discussion a family of five joined me at the table and began telling me their plans for the day, which included a birthday celebration for the 40 year-old daughter. It was a pleasant exchange from pleasant people -- I love how southerners have never met a stranger.
WE ARE SO COOL!
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