Peachy Festival

No, it wasn't another festival of sour grapes like I'd described last year, but we almost didn't head out when we woke up Saturday morning and the overcast skies were threatening rain. I was able to convince Fran that we should at least try to go out, since every year when we've gone to the Peach Festival in Winona, we've had a blast.

And a blast was had yet again. The rain held off for most of the day and the skies actually cleared up a bit, at least over the skies in Winona.

This year, Alexander tried out several different rides at the midway there, and also sampled more of the peachy delights. We didn't do as much of the craft booth shopping that we usually enjoy there, because we spent most of our times getting tickets for Alexander to go back on his favourite rides. He loved the train ride the most, particularly on his second ride when he got to sit in the engine car and ring the bell. The motorcycle ride was also a favourite. And while he longed to take a ride on the Dragon Wagon, (being tall for his age, he was okay to go onto it) -- but we saw another little guy about his size on the ride who was all grins before the ride started and then had this terrified look on his face through the whole thing -- that was the deciding factor that maybe he should try that one next year.

And for the most part, the day was filled with huge ear-to-ear grins from all three of us, and, as always, it was a little sad when it was time to go home at the end of the day. (But at least we went home with a nice basket of peaches and some delicious peach pie -- and, oh yeah, the remnants of the peach and strawberry sundaes still on our faces)