Today I spent the afternoon at the local Grange Fair. Since I wrote about the many wonders of the GF last year, and since the main focus of that writing was the FOOD, I was looking for a new angle.
I didn't find it.
I was joined by my good friend Emily, seen here indulging in gooey mozzarella cubes. [That's right folks, mozzarella sticks are for the weak of heart, both of which you will not find at this Grangiest of Fairs...]
Along with our darling friend Amy, we sat at this picnic table and went deeply into the workings of God in our lives. [I told you--no weak of heart here!]
When we got done with the gooey and the deep, we headed with purpose toward the foot-long hot dogs we'd seen on our way toward the mozzarella. [Welcome hot dogs...]
After a short meander looking at animals and giant vegetables, we knew it was time for ice cream products
and/or funnel cake.
[Sigh. Love you too, FC...]
And though next we had a variety of other options available to us--monkey bread, fried vegetables, peach cobbler, popcorn, sugar waffles, sausage, fries, ETC.,
we were feeling a bit weak of stomach.
We voted for lemonade.
We applauded ourselves for our choice.
And, though our weakness of stomach might reflect our physical limits, we found our hearts to be fortified--despite the artery cloggers we'd ingested.
We were together, after all.
We were together, after all.
Goin' deep, livin' life.
Little love bursts everywhere, and not just for the food:
With the support of friends like these, weak of heart I will never be.
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