Because, there's not a cloud in the sky.
And, the leaves are beginning to change.
Because there's places to go.
And people to see.
Things to observe.
But, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.
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Because, there's not a cloud in the sky.
And, the leaves are beginning to change.
Because there's places to go.
And people to see.
Things to observe.
But, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
"Where did we park?"
Many interesting people to watch. His Mohawk was attached to his helmet.
On the train.
You see all these bikers and you wonder what professions they have and what their everyday life is really like. These guys were behind me for miles and I was privy to their conversations at each stoplight. The one on the left leaned over at over light and said, "Keep your eyes peeled for that cool antique bookstore I told you about." Ohhhh TOUGH GUYS.
I drove up the same packed with motorcycles street three times trying to get a photo of this mannequin. I have never, ever seen a mannequin like this.
We declined the Alligator on a Stick.
The Geiko Gecko riding shotgun!
Another fun weekend in Northwest Arkansas. What shall we do next weekend???
I know! Freaking adorable, right?
I am so glad this wasn't someone style so they donated it. LOVE IT! I think it might be a Bethany Lowe or a Nicol Sayre. Not positive, but thinking it might be.
Not jealous yet? How about this:
No trip to the Harvest Festival would be complete without a stop at one of our favorite places. This old landlocked waterwheel is located just off the highway. There are plans to renovate it and rebuild it. The building used to be tree or four stories tall. You know I love old rusty stuff, so this place is right up my alley.
As I was taking these photos a lot of cars drove by and people looked at me like we were tourists. Truth is, we live close and like to visit it. Sometimes I wonder if people that live by something beautiful or interesting really appreciate it.
It's a good place to take photos. Some staged.
Others not.
On to the Harvest Festival. Would you like to know how they make Sorghum?
First they cut the cane and load it on trailers.
It's really pretty all stacked up waiting to be made into sorghum.
The men come down the trailer and cut of the tops of each piece of cane.