We slept very late this morning, not getting up until around 8:30 a.m. By the time we had breakfast, and I did a workout on the treadmill, including doing resistance exercises with both weights and a latex band, and then got ready for the day, it was already nearing 11 a.m.
Mother came over shortly after lunch, and we all went to a watermelon festival in a small town north of us. Even though it's the 29th year for the festival, this is only the second time we've attended. Hubbie and I went a couple of years ago, mainly so I could do photos for the newspaper. Mother had never been and was curious about it, so we took her today.
Before we went to the festival, we drove a couple of miles beyond the festival town to our favorite fruit farmer's place. We picked up two watermelons, two cataloupes, and a peck of white-meat free-stone peaches. We sampled one of the peaches, which was sweet and delicious.
The festival is held in the small city park. This park, that includes a small lake and a sizable playground, is larger than the one where the grape festival is held. Festival activities include concerts, crafts and food booths, a rock climbing wall, an antique and custom car show, watermelon feast, watermelon judging, watermelon seed spitting contest, and drawings for cash prizes.
Usually, it's brutally hot for this festival, but today was pretty mild. By the time the day began heating up later in the afternoon, we were ready to head home. We took along a lawn chair for Mother, so she could sit whenever she tired of walking.
After we had walked once around the park along the paved path, signed up at every bank booth for chances at cash prizes, and picked up the free handheld fans, pens, pencils and pads, Mother was ready to sit, rest, and enjoy a big cup of vanilla-chocolate swirl soft-serve ice cream. While she relaxed, Hubbie and I toured the car show. We both love restored antique cars, which exude style and personality. No automobile today has the charm and individuality of those manufactured in the 30s and 40s, or even in the 50s.
Well rested and refreshed from the ice cream, Mother wanted to walk around the festival again. We noticed that one of the food vendors offered fried frog legs and gator kabobs (none for us, thanks). Another vendor, though, was selling large buckets of Asian pears for only $5. She said that whenever she leaves her home for a few days, the birds, the deer, and the neighbors eat the pears, so she decided to gather them to sell at the festival this weekend. We're glad she did. With this purchase, we now had watermelon, cantaloupe, peaches, and pears to bring home. Hubbie remarked that he was glad no one was selling persimmons, because I might have wanted some of those, too.
When we got home, we dumped our bag of goodies on the dining room table. We have three handheld American Flag motif fans, three fans that look like round slices of watermelon, and three fans that when removed from their little bags, pop open into a flying disk shape. In fact, they can be used either as fans or as flying disks. Besides notepads, pens, and pencils, we also have three purple bead necklaces with heavy plastic pendants featuring the watermelon festival logo. Some lucky grandkids will get these the next time we see them.
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