Fall Leaves

The leaves are falling by the bushel here. Today, after my arduous job search, Grandpa and I racked leaves. The rustle-y sound brought back so many memories of jumping into piles when I was little. If we would have had more day light I would have jumped around in the piles for a long time--I haven't grown up at all.

Today's good news is that I completed ALL the paperwork for college. In a week or so, I should get a letter detailing my financial aid package, and then all the worrying will be over.

The annual Bean Fest was held this weekend in Mtn. View, AR. It is quite the event. There are craft stalls that sell everything from pinto bean jewlry, to beautiful pottery and artwork. I don't know how many hundreds of pounds of beans are cooked each year, but the court square is packed with gassy people. There is folk music everywhere you turn, and of course, the notorious outhouse races. Yes, people construct outhouses on wheels and race them down the street. The prestigeous driver gets to sit on the royal throne and steer while two people push the contraption from behind. If you are really curious, there are probably pictures somewhere on the internet of this phenomenon.

Anyhow, I will keep you all posted on the job search. God bless.