Our little village turned into one big community party on Saturday. The second annual Irish Spud Fest was a ton ‘o fun. Sometimes these things get a bit lame, but we had a great day. Five thumbs up from the house on the hill.
It all started at 8am, where Jaimie finished the 5K in her best time ever. She says she beat her little sister, but Jenna is calling b.s. We’ll never know.
The girls rode in a barrel train in the parade (sponsored by Grandpa Denny), jumped for hours on the big inflatables in the park, covered thier bodies in temp tattoos, downed some leprechaun floats (that’d be lime green sherbet with Sprite), cheered on aunty Sarah in the kickball tournament (she dominates), and watch a cow poop on a square (cow pie bingo–ok, so it was a little lame). We had supper at the kind-of-irish beef and potato picnic, followed by some jamming out to a very amateur band (Grandpa Pat and all the girls loved them).
Thanks to all the organizers and volunteers. It was good small town stuff.
Here are a couple of new friends from Sunday. This friendly frog was in my path on an early mornign hike. The other ‘thing’ was in teh garden later that morning. He could totally disappear amoung the leaves. Kind of like a grasshopper, but not.