This weekend, I attended my town's annual fall church fair. This is just one of the many activities I like to participate in during the season of Autumn (the primary list is found in this post.) The fair attracts nearly all of the town's residents, entertaining both families and individuals with classic small-town festivities such as raffles, the supply of both freshly baked goods and "stone" soup (which, may I add, is cooked in a very appropriate colonial Calderon), and live music by local jam-bands. While leaving, I came across a huge peace sign formulated with hand-made paper pin wheels on the front lawn of the town's elementary school (see below), which happened to be situated in the heart of the fair. Though simplistic, this very image, in addition to the familiar activity I had just engaged in, reminded me why I should be grateful for having grown up in such a tight-nit community.
