It seems weekends off are few and far between lately, so when the Hatchers invited us out to the Garlic Festival, it was a welcomed invitation.
It’s been 3 years since our last visit, and boy has it changed since then. I think it’ll be a while before I voluntarily decide to drive in 3 hours of T>R>A>F>F>I>C, walk in 110+ degree…shadeless weather, and spend $100+ on stinky edibles.
I’m old, because I’m about to say, it was so different when I was growing up. Much like when my father would hand me my $5 allowance and say, when I was growing up, I got 5 cents and I had to share it with my 7 siblings.
I am grateful though for the awesome company, my $5 parasol, and Ella’s fairy wings. If only she could’ve flown me outta there towards airconditioning.
Yes, he really does poop sunshine.
by emma
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