I knew I couldn’t spend all of Saturday in front of my computer while at home, finishing my sermon for the following day at East [keep reading to the next post] or beginning the ten-page pastoral care paper that was due today. Even if that’s what a responsible student would do, I refused. My sister and I picked up our cousins, Drew and Logan, and we headed past Stoughton to Eugster’s Fall Festival. The main objective and the way we hooked the newly eight and three-and-a-half year old was a corn maze. You should know, this festival had two – the big one and the children’s corn maze.
“Okay, boys, which one do you want to do? The kid’s corn maze or the big one?”
“THE BIG ONE!”
Well. We tried. Drew led the way with occasional input from Emma and I. Logan got tired. And then picked a stalk that he whipped around. Fifteen minutes into it, we conveniently found the entrance route again and used that illegally as our way out. But the children’s maze? Dominated that one. (Twice.) Beyond that, we found ourselves on a hay wagon ride, in a spooky silo, and eating popcorn. There were lots of animals to look at, pictures to take, and swings to play on. When we got home, Logan’s mom asked him if he had fun. “Eh,” he mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders. He had fun – he just didn’t want to admit it.
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| Think we’re related? … nah. |
{ bake a pie }
{ sew a baby quilt }
{ homemade pizza on the pizza stone }
{ make and share these }
{ 10k training – the hiatus is over – it’s back on }
{ scarves. puffy vests. boots. }
{ read a for-fun book }
{ pick my own pumpkin. carve. light. }
there's no place like gnome. 
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