Went to my brother’s annual Pumpkin Festival and celebrated the season with hayrack rides, homemade pumpkin ice cream, apple bobbing, a bonfire, a treasure hunt that ended in fistfuls of candy for all the children, horse rides, bratwursts and pumpkin beer, and much, much more.
Also got to spend time with my sweet nieces and nephew.
My brother and lovely sister-in-law, Katherine, are way more ambitious than us, and threw a great shindig. We helped out some, but they did all the planning, buying, preparing, etc. The thing I love about events like this are the mixture of generations, and the squeals and laughter as the kids run around. And you can tell the kids are just giddy with the fact that they are free – just enough supervision to keep them safe, but no one keeping tabs on how many sodas they’ve had or nagging them about this or that, or telling them it’s time to get ready for bed even though the sky is dark and the stars are out. And maybe that’s how we all felt, like kids again, playing and laughing under the brilliant sky, and for a few hours not fussing about life.