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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