Last weekend, we joined up with some friends and took the kids to the Darnell Farms strawberry picking festival. Darnell Farms is a working farm with huge strawberry fields and is situated right up against the Tuckaseegee River.
There was a band playing bluegrass music, which is an integral part of the Appalachian culture in the area. In fact, the only two radio stations we get in the mountains are NPR and a bluegrass station.
There were locals selling some of their homemade wares, like these bird feeders. I think they're made out of hollowed out gourds, but of course, I could be completely wrong.
There were teams of horses (and mules) demonstrating how the farmers till the fields. Again, I have no idea whether I'm using the correct term, but I'm pretty sure it's called tilling the fields. I'm constantly reminded of how little I know about rural life.
And then there was this guy riding his horse bareback. Yup, your face says it all buddy. You, sir, are a bad ass. How does one mount a bare back horse??
Of course, the boys were not content to sit and listen to bluegrass music and browse bird feeder gourds, so we left and went to a nearby playground so the boys could work off their energy.
Parker and his buddy Beck we're having a great time with the Irishman watching them and snapping pictures.
In the meantime, I had been sitting in our friend Christy's car while the older boys played since her littlest guy had fallen asleep on the way to the playground. When the Irishman took this picture, he had just woken up.
I scooped up the munchkin and went to find Christy (who had taken Beck to the little wranglers room). Let's just say that the little guy was hungry and I did not have the working parts that he needed. Sorry buddy.
Of course, 15 minutes later, the skies opened up and the rain that had been threatening all day starting coming down in big, fat raindrops. So, we all went to eat at a Mexican restaurant and called it a day. It was a lovely day.
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