What Summer Is All About.

(Are we having fun yet?)

If you know me in the least, you'll know that I am the self proclaimed "World's Biggest Festival Fan". I love festivals. Azaela, Peach, Strawberry, Route 66, Dogwood, Blues & BBQ - you name it! If there is a festival near me, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be there. They're just so fun and well...festive!

Ha!

In my part of the country, there are festivals galore during the summer. I can pretty much look at the events calendar online for all my surrounding towns and there is bound to be a festival most weekends within driving distance. I just think they are so summery and sweet. They are usually in small towns and those are my favorite kind. There's nothing like the feel of a small town coming together to enjoy the annual festivities.

Saturday, after attending a fabulous birthday party for two of Levi's little buddies, we stumbled upon the Green Corn Festival. When I saw a ferris wheel and vending carts, I knew it was the place for me. It's as if the rickety fried food stands and dilapidated carnival rides call me in with their unrefined charm. There's simply nothing like them!

We have never attended the Green Corn Festival, but I must say after Saturday evening, we must make it a yearly must. We had so much fun just watching the local bands get down with some good ol' bluegrass tunes as we watched the locals run into old friends and strike up friendly banter. I nudged Husby once as the cool breeze brushed through our hair and onto our red faces moist from the summer's heat and I said, "I hope we end up in a place like this".

Okay, enough rambling. Let me share some pictures with you guys.



This is where the band was set up. It was located in the town square and it was ultra Stars Hollow-esque!



Here are some of the locals enjoying the live entertainment.

We decided to go for some food, of course, since that is what festivals are all about. We started with none other than...



well, corn of course!



When Husby went to pay for it, they handed him three ears of corn (he had only ordered 2). They said, "one was kind of small, so we threw in an extra one for you". Nice!

It was supper time, and they didn't have many options for The Weebie, and we didn't want to give him a hotdog or a corndog because he had one earlier, so we went for something on a stick.

Chicken. On a stick.



Now, before y'all come out guns a blazin', let me tell you that Weebie rarely has any fried food. I don't believe in putting junk in his little body, but sometimes, you just gotta let your hair down and make do. And by golly, he loved the stuff.



Of course, I had some fruit for him as well.



The only ride he was big enough to ride was the merry go round. Duh, duh, duuuuuhhhhh!!



Dude hated the thing.

I'm not even kidding.

It was all fun and games when I first put him on there and the ride hadn't started yet. He was all smiles and posing for his Daddy as he snapped pictures.



Unfortunately, the more I built up the suspense and told him how much fun he was going to have, the more apprehensive he became.



Note the terror beginning to invade his smiles.

Once the ride began and his horsie started going up and down, Levi wanted no part of it. He wanted off that thing and into my arms.



My poor angel. He never cried, he just had this look of panic on his face and went "Ummmm.... Ummmmm... Ummmmmm..." the whole time. I was dying laughing.

We decided to head back to the town square for some pineapple whip and more music.





Levi decided to bust a move in front of the entire town square and I'm not kidding, he had everyone rolling. He was dancing like crazy and the harder they laughed, the harder he danced. He is quite the little showboat.





Once he was finished getting his groove on, he decided to play meet and greet with the locals. We couldn't keep him near us. He was off saying "hi" and smiling at everyone.



He especially liked this man.

Husby had to rescue him from strangers approximately 19 times.



I sat back laughing hysterically and snapping pictures. In that particular picture, Levi had wandered up to where they were having a "pig calling contest". He was so very intrigued.

Before the night was over, our Weebie had captured the hearts of most everyone there.



We didn't ride many rides that night, we didn't indulge in too many treats, we didn't find any must haves from the shopping booths and we didn't win any games or prizes. But we did laugh hysterically, we did sit and talk while enjoying the cool evening breeze, we did get entertained by the cutest little blonde boy around and we did make beautiful memories enjoying the simple things in life.....together. My little family of three.

The Green Corn Festival only solidified my true love for summer festivals.

Are you a fan?