Sunday, October 4, 2009
Party in the Chicken Coop
No, I didn't get a picture of all of our guests who stopped out for the night. Or of the big bonfire out in the field and our pathway of tiki torches that led down to it. And no, I didn't get a picture of the women, who showed up in cute mary jane shoes and black leather boots who walked out to the bonfire and got their heels stuck in the mud. Or, a photo of the group around the bonfire once it died down to just a flat surface of hot coals, with all the men holding shovels to poke in the fire, looking like a bunch of Paul Bunyan's. And when we decided to let the dogs out from the basement to have them mingle with our guests for a bit, I didn't get a shot of our sweet neighbor after the dogs tried to lick her face and left four mud prints all over the front of her sweatshirt. And I didn't get a photo of my two year old nephew who in the most adorable way, thought he was being helpful and safe and kept blowing out all the candles, including the one under the serving dish that was keeping the apple crisp warm. Those are just a few of the things that I did not get pictures of at this year's Harvest Party.