Harvest Festival

Camping is a tradition in my family.  As a kid, the campground was considered a second home.  We spent the majority of our summers there, fishing on the Spring, sharing old family stories around a campfire, swimming waaay past time for the pool to technically close, and, of course, marshmallows.  Lots and lots of marshmallows.  Mid-October at the campground is bit like a last hoorah of the season.  A final goodbye before the cold winds of winter move in for the holidays.

Since moving to Joplin, I don’t see my family much anymore.  Most of them live about 4 hours away, which makes quick weekend travels few and far between – and with gas prices, not a very budget friendly distance, either.  The campground is our middle point.  Every few weekends throughout summer and into Fall, Daniel and I drive east of Springfield to our little home away from home.  This weekend was the fall festival, and it was SO MUCH FUN.  Apple bobbing for the kids and Bingo for the adults.  BINGO, guys. I’m not sure if you got that. B-I-N-G-O.

While some of the bigger kids were playing games, this little guy wondered over to the tree swing and started having the time of his life.  My heart melted.  He is the most precious ever.

While you all are melting over those pictures, I’m off to prep this weeks meals before the season premiere of the Walking Dead (eeek!!) Have a lovely night, friends.  I’ll be back later this week with fun home DIY.



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