Fall Color {16 years!}

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Jonny and I celebrated our sixteenth anniversary last week with a long walk at beautiful Caledon (with the kids), and dinner out (without the kids).  We are clearly far better at spending time outdoors than we are dining out.  We were late getting back from Caledon and didn’t manage to get out the door until an hour and a half after our friend who was watching the kids arrived.  When we reached the restaurant where we had planned to eat, we discovered that it was live music night and it was really loud.  So we tried choice number two, next door.  It was closed for a private event.  It was around 9 p.m. at this point and I was so hungry and exhausted that I just wanted to go home.  I wasn’t a very fun date.  We ended up eating burgers, fries, and milkshakes at a high end burger joint.  I felt like a going-out failure but Jonny just laughed.  “This is way more ‘us,’ he said.  I guess so.  We just aren’t fancy night out people.  We finished our shakes and drove home, planning for a redo soon.  We need to aim for an afternoon date next time.  I think that would be more our speed.

16 years.  It feels like an accomplishment, but honestly, it makes us feel old.  We kept trying to remember the details of the day we got married (we eloped in the N. Georgia mtns.), and they are getting awfully fuzzy!  I’m sure we were laughing at ourselves then, just as we do now.

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(Trying to get that perfect dorky anniversary shot.  Larkspur was our photographer.)

p.s.  Job’s sweater is here.

the last hour

We haven’t made it to the Fall Fiber Festival in a couple of years.  This year it fell on what at first seemed would be a perfect weekend, and we talked for weeks of our plans to be there.  The reality of our past couple of days though, is that by the time we arrived at the festival, there was only one hour left.  We made the most of it though, visiting first the from scratch organic donut stand and then the sheep.  Larkspur and I then wandered the booths, while Jonny took the other kids to watch the sheep dog trials.  I thought I had time for both if I was quick, shopping and some of the trials, but by the time I made it over to Jonny and the other kids, the trials had ended.

Before we left, I asked Keats to take a few photos of Jonny, me, and our four youngest.  I’m not sure he was paying attention to how he framed the shots.  More of an, “Okay fine, I did it.  Can I go now?”

We left Seth with a friend playing golf because he has no interest in the fiber festival and is very vocal about his opinions.  We realized that this was actually the last time we would take any of our three oldest.  Our other two older boys were our complainers this year.  I guess they just aren’t interested in booths full of wool and yarn, or sheep dog trials anymore.  They don’t stay little for long, that’s for sure.  These boys of ours have their own interests now, their own ideas of how they would like to spend a Sunday afternoon, and they aren’t shy about letting us know.  Next year, I’m afraid it will just be our four youngest with us.  I never thought that going to this festival would become a reminder of the fact that our children are growing up, that it would mark the years in a way.

That yarn in the last photo, from a local Virginia Farm, is the only skein I purchased. ( I’ve knit with their yarn before.)  I mostly get overwhelmed by the mass quantities of yarn at the festival, so rarely actually buy any, but  I wanted something fun.  It’s for Silas.  He says, “Mittens.”  I say maybe a vest.