Labor Day Weekend

The last weekend of summer....doesn't seem to matter anymore. We are trying to enjoy each day for it's own merits. For the past few years Labor Day weekend has come to mean a trip the the Frankfort Fall Fest. Not to purchase any of the many craft booths or partake of the food court but to visit with some dear friends. I have know Jenny all her life and Randy as long as they have been married. Jenny's mother, Reva, and I grew up together on the streets of Rutledge, MO. We rode Reva's family horses bareback. Sometimes Reva on one and I on the other but if another friend, Sandy, joined then it was either two on the roan and one on the dappled Appaloosa or all three on the roan. Needless to say, we did a lot of walking. Cooling off the horses.

Jenny and Randy are hard workers and have a slew of business they run out of their home depending on the time of year. At this one the bring tin ceilings. Some are in good enough condition to just mount on walls for decorations and other are pretty bad so Jenny paints designs on them. I'm a sucker for those, especially the ones with mirrors placed in back of a design cut out like pitch cards. Makes the rooms look larger and she usually does a few in colors by request. They're different and they recycle.

See, I'm always trying to save the earth.