There’s this festival in Brigham City every early September called Peach Days. I’ve been wanting to go to it for years, but we’ve always lived a thousand miles away, so it didn’t happen. I’ve got a real weakness for any kind of festival, farmer’s market, parade or street fair, and I was not going to miss peach days this year. Ironically, it turned out to be much less peachy than I imagined. More carnival than street fair, if you know what I mean, abundant cigarette smoke and greasy food, but we still had lots of fun together, despite the fact that it was actually quite hot and Hannah suffered her first bee sting. Considering how many little people we were carting around and the general state of the carny rides, I’d say that single casualty was pretty good. The littles got to ride a few rides (ie. sit on the ferris wheel for 1/2 an hour) and I got a big greasy fair burger, so you know, everyone was happy. I really love this time of year, I feel like there’s something almost intangibly good in the air and when I breathe I feel more alive. I’m glad I get to live in a world where there is fall, and last Saturday felt like the start of it. Yesterday we woke up to a rain. Perfect blustery rain. It cleared up by noon, but it was enough to have a cozy morning around the house. We stopped by my sister’s in the afternoon and she was making soup. Soup! I love soup, and it got me so excited for all the blustery weather that I went straight home and made chili and cornbread for dinner.
It was good.
Happy Friday!