Christmas Eve in July (x2?!)

Pastor Eric gently reminded us last Sunday that our children look forward to Old Fashioned Day almost as much as they look forward to Christmas. 

It Is a wonderful event. There are carriage rides, toys to build and take, treats galore, and games. We sing, dance, feast, and laugh. The village is filled with friends, good conversation, and historical demonstrations. I love to play with wool and watch guests delight in the flowers and woven baskets.

I've been busy costuming the four boys. The ladies of the church baked 250 pies between yesterday and today. The cooler is stocked with bottled water for tomorrow, the big day. Mr. Westberrydad serves as the village blacksmith and it's a hot job.

We also have to take animals to the Fair tomorrow (and a boy across the state to camp.) The little ones just reported that the love the Fair second to Christmas. They are nervous and giddy with excitement.

I'm already exhausted on the eve of these events, so much so that I keep confusing my words. Today I lost a debit card. The washing machine broke.

Oh July holidays!