Every fall there is a Harvest Festival and Kiwanis Fly a Kite day.
Hubby & Grace heading in to fly a kite.
Not much wind. This is as high as the kite ever flew.
But there was homemade Black Raspberry Ice Cream
to sooth sad, kite-failure feelings.
Hubby (hubba-hubba)
Grace surveying the festival
and petting a miniature horse.
This is what teenagers do instead of going to fesitvals with their parents.
75 degrees out, stocking cap, wife bea... er... tanktop & ipod to mow the lawn.
It wasn't a punishment, it was his choice.
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