Sunday, October 24, 2010

Pumpkin Fest


And while we shared the Ren Fest with thousands of our best geeked out friends , we shared Pumpkin Festival with the entire town of Webster South Dakota.  It’s the tiny little community I lived in until I was 10, that my mom grew up in, and her dad before her.  It is where “The Farm” is located, my magical home away from home I so often reference.  You may have assumed this was a made up place, but it does indeed exist.   

This is a huge deal for us.  We pack up babies and big dogs in our uber cool & hip suburban loser cruiser and hit the road!  Piled front to back with Pumpkin Festival “must haves” like favorite hoodies, chunky knitted scarves and fingerless gloves, supplies for pumpkin decorating and homemade party decorations.  Autumn made some fantastic construction paper garland.


My mom traveled to Webster with a car full of pumpkins, ingredients for fall soups and bread bowls.  This is what it’s about baby…Fall Festivals!  Throw on the orange turtleneck sweater and do it up.  

Everyone had arrived by Friday afternoon in  flurry of phone calls that went something like this..."We are an hour away, what do we still need for dinner?"  No matter how meticulous the planning, there are always reasons to "run into town."  I love that phrase, I am going start using it again.
  
This year the first dinner was at Aunt Maria's.  Us "kids" owned the kitchen while the matriarchs took the night off.  It's nerve wracking to cook for these women...thus the beer & wine trip "to town."  We packed ourselves into her kitchen and crossed our fingers as we worked as a team to ensure the meal went as planned, hors devours out, drinks served, salmon and grilled veggies timed perfectly and keeping mothers out of the kitchen.  


They had jobs...
Water the babies
Love them up
And these babies are so easy to love up....
so are the fur babies.

And most important...laugh




I give them a GOLDSTAR on all tasks.  


It's hard to describe what happens to this family when we leave behind our cities and our work to come here.  There are no boundries...we share children, mothers, fathers, pets, food & drink.  And oh so much laughter.









That's right...fest jammies.




Day two...up early...because it's time for the 5k and fun walk.  This year the mommas decided to walk with the babies and the dads ran.  Always the perpetual cheerleader, my mom hooked us up with a uniform.  I love this stuff.
Team Coffee Cup Fuels Stop
Liam can hardly contain his enthusiasm.
Someone anticipating pain?
Teresa strapped on Cece rocked the fun walk like a champ.




Turns out it was a record year for the old "Pumpkin Fest" 5k and Fun Walk.  I hope it grows to be as epic as it is in our minds.  It's only a 5k, but in alot of ways it's our 5k.  We've made it one of the rare occasions we all make the trip to Webster, no excuses.  And to see more and more people come together on these beautiful fall mornings makes my heart happy...it means there will be more Pumpkin Fests for us to come together for....no excuses.
The rest of the day flows effortlessly.  Omelets at Pereboom's, walk through the city flower garden and guess the giant pumpkin weight.  
Liam gets it...stop and sit in the flowers man.

So many huggy moments.


Pumpkin decorating contest
AND SHOPPING!!!!!


A rookie would drive through Webster without thinking to stop and shop.  A rookie would..but we are no rookies.  There are treasures everywhere.  The Antique stores never fail  to deliver, the drug store occasionally sells grab bags (one year we cleaned them out, just the Wattiers...it was every man for himself)  but the destination is always...Fiksdal's.  


I can't describe it, and I was too busy shopping to snap enough photos to do it justice, but  here is a taste...



My husband loves the food samples... the unique & delicious items you can buy here.  He moves towards the back of the store on autopilot.  He knows there are dips and jellies and always his favorite pumpkin bars.  

I bought my favorite apron here, my favorite jalapeno jelly, favorite dish rag, favorite little birdies, favorite coffee mug and this year I found my Pumpkin Fest treasure here.  I present...my lady bug ring...

And there are others  just as precious.  And only $10.00.  Finding treasures, that's what it's all about.   And boy do we find them.


So...what does "South Dakota Style" mean exactly?  


It means this little town throws open its doors and welcomes the world into its cozy, festive, Norman Rockwell's  fall spot.  And it is groovy.  And we go all out.  We are in the 5k, even with hangovers from a late night of wine and laughter on the farm.  We cruise every antique store, snatching up Kiss albums vintage fabrics and cookie presses.  And we are once again sipping wine to stay warm during the Parade of Fall Lights.  We are city kids, trying to drink in every second of this festive country weekend with its unbelievably rich colors and textures of life.  Where our lives are dazzling smooth stainless steel, this life is a warm patchwork of flannels and denim.    And when we are here, we are completely committed to it…we are farm kids again. 













Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Festival of Life

As previously noted, each year, fall rolls in with much fanfare at our house.  For us, the ritual includes FESTIVALS...The Renaissance Festival & The Pumpkin Festival.  We could attend the Renaissance Festival when it begins in the summer, but we wait for the last weekend.  We wait for a chill to hit the air and the humidity to go on vacation.   It is a day trip for us, never a few hours.  This year, a friend gave the girls authentic costumes from her earlier days as a fest employee.  This has earned her rock star status with my girls…and me:) But look at her…she is a rock star…
some girls idolize pop stars, mine idolize dragon slayers...awesome.

Real fairy dust...

I want this to be the color of my makeup...my hair...my nails...my life
My little "Puck"...

And my "Arwen".  My apologies if you aren't fluent in nerdese:)



And of course there is the food.  Is there anything more sinful and decadent than "festival food?"  All bets are off on the healthy life style when I'm in a festival environment.  There are no food rules at all...giant turkey leg?  Yes, please (vegetarian? me? not today.)  3 or 4 halved oranges filled with Italian Ice?  Absolutely!  Chocolate, wine and pickles...OH MY! Sangria...several.  And of course...the ale.
Food glorious food!!

And a little hay...why not?  
I have this theory...that there are "State Fair" people and there are "Renaissance Festival" people.  Both love people watching, both live for festival/fair food and both have a  deep passion for the event. And while "State Fair" people enjoy the thrill of the ride...the adrenaline rush...us "Renaissance Festival" people love living in another time for a day.  Whether you completely geek out and role play, or just enjoy those that do, you still get to escape modern day noise and commotion for much more organic kind noise and commotion.  Flutes and fairies, drums and dragons.  Everything surrounding you demands your attention...the colors, smells, sparkles, fire, music and of course...the people. 


There is a kinship among those inside the gates, a sense of community.  Every year as we dance to the drums at the end of the day, we talk excitedly about how wonderful it would be to just live this life always.  Pick up the accent and a marketable trade skill and live a beautiful Bohemian life!  


But inevitably the sun goes down, and we begin the long trek to the car... pushing a very tired baby across a bumpy field , our girls realizing  that they've been on their feet for 10 hours...walking around.  And we are suddenly hit by exhaustion,  we finally feel the dirt in our hair and on our feet, stomachs churning from the quantity and variety of foods we've enjoyed.  The ride home is silent as little festival bodies pass out and slip into a sugar coma.  Once home, there is a mad dash for the showers, followed by the pre bedtime show of all the cool trinkets from the day.  And it's at this point every year that I say a silent prayer of thanks for the sweet little bohemian life we've created right here in our home.


Up next...PUMPKIN FESTIVAL...South Dakota style baby.








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