Catching up a little

because life is never dull.

So a few weekends ago was the county fair, little bit cute. The Widge was delighted to meet some animals up close, like the gigantic turkey:
well, he doesn't look delighted, but that is an awfully big turkey. He doesn't look specially tast, but I'm guessing thats because there isn't any cranberry sauce nearby. Anyway, there were also a lot of very small goats. The Widge recently got a story book that claims goats can range from 22-220 pounds. First off, I think this goat is less than 22 pounds. And I think 220 pounds is a whole lot of goat. I hope never to run into that goat.If I were the mean sort, I'd say: in this photo the Widge is standing with goats at the upper and lower ends of that range. Anyway, the goat was a big hit, but fuzzy animals tend to consistently beat out feathery ones.

And to continue our adventures in agriculture, we picked peaches!
I think this is the same shirt I wore apple-picking last year. You'll just have to trust that these are peaches. Lucky for you I don't have any photos from the hours we spent canning the peaches, during which the Widge conveniently napped.

But today we broke from all the farm-related hoopla to go to a state park, which is basically just like a farm, but without the lucrative growing. The Widge was happy, though, because nothing pleases a small boy more than running through the woods.
except cool playgrounds

and the presence of big lakes:

there were lots of boats. I promised Widgie that we'd come ride in one, but there should be two adults: one to keep the boat from tipping, and one to keep the Widge in the boat. Any volunteers for Widge-boat second mate? (Widge obviously being the captain, and I'm the first mate. Your title could be Ship's Pilot, if you prefer)

please also enjoy this photo of a spider web, which, I have been told is "Spider house. Spider live in there."