Over the weekend, we went to the Lavender Festival on the McKenzie River with the family, including our nieces and nephews. What’s at an Oregon Lavender festival? Lavender. And a couple of lavender vendors. And, well…that is about it! That said, we enjoyed the scenery, smells, colors, and ummmmm lavender.
Purple lavender haze
Petting farm for the kids (Cruzzie and his big cousin Alagna) to feed and pet the animals. A big hit.
Alpacas, goats, bunnies, and horses. Yippee.
True Willamette Valley scenery
Papa, Zoe, and purple
My Oregon boy
Marionberry pie. A true Oregonian classic. For those of you who only know “Marionberry” as the disgraced ex-DC mayor, you are missing out.
Eating the pie
again (on Alagna)
Cutting the lavender to make dried lavender saches at home (stay tuned for a DIY project), with little cousin Nadia.
The youngest girls of the family, tweedle dee and tweedle dum cousins.
Who says scissors are dangerous?
cut cut snip snip (hi Auntie Katie!)
little girl in fields
I must say that I thoroughly enjoy being a bumpkin and embracing the simplicity and quaintness of country living. NYC is a hustle bustle city, with bright lights, a fast pace, and 100 mph livin’. So, country quaintness and simple fairs during the summer months are a good balance to the rest of my year. I hope everyone had a good weekend, and on to another relaxing and restful week ahead. Happy Bastille Day!