Even though they scheduled it the day after Fluffy’s birthday party, we dragged our bones out of bed early–or rather, I dragged everyone’s bones out of bed early–to beat the crowds to the Fall Harvest Festival at Mount Vernon. The apple roasting, corn husk doll making and wagon rides have become a yearly tradition for our family.
This group of about five people went crazy over the twins. They spent quite a while talking to them and making them laugh and snapping pictures. Then they took pictures of themselves with the twins. Not all together in one big group photo, mind. They took turns taking individual photos with the twins. And then with Fluffy. Maybe they thought we were part of the festivities.
Fluffy was afraid to go to the horseshoe-ing demonstration because last year there was a horses hoof sliced in half to show the different layers. It was back again this year. Way to give the little ones nightmares, George Washington.
One of my main goals this year was to get some pictures before Hurricane Sandy ripped everything off the trees. It was perfect sweater weather, i.e., short sleeve t-shirt for Kent, and the colors were at their peak. What joy is mine.
There were so many wonders to explore. It was an all-morning point-fest for Salty.
I have a series of these shots of Daddy and Fluffy walking hand in hand since she first learned to toddle. Now I look at that little wisp of gorgeousness, and my heart aches with pride and also a stinging sense of impending loneliness. She is growing up too fast.
After fashioning Fluffy’s cornhusk doll for the year, I took the trouble of making little cornhusk boys for the babies. They both tasted and rejected them. Oh well.