I'd seen some signs for Johnny Appleseed Day at a historical barn I pass on my way here and there but have never visited. I didn't know if it'd be small and lame, so I didn't wake up Sean early from his post-night shift slumber nor invite any friends. While it was small, it was not lame! Almost completely because of the great backdrops for photos.
But also because there were hayrides!
And "cow" milking!
And silly games for cheap (but instantly adored) prizes!
And rest breaks! (okay, okay, this was posed but they had no interest in looking at me for a photo)
There was even a creepy giant chicken!
This old truck was very, very rusty. Go play on it, kids!
We got to churn our own butter by shaking cream and salt in little jars (and when I say "we," I mean primarily me). It was tasty on crackers!
But seriously, the photos. I need to come back with some more intentional outfits and no weird knee bandaids and bright wristbands. But now I know.
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