Every year since we moved to Denver (two years before we officially adopted the Q), we have trekked down to the Four Mile Historic Park at the beginning of October for the annual pumpkin festival.
In past years, we have arrived late - late on the afternoon of the final day. But this year we were on the ball, and arrived early on the first day.
Turns out, there is a lot more to see if you're the early bird at the pumpkin festival.
So we made hay while the sun shone, and took full advantage of all the historical dioramas and reenactments.
I am not a quilter, just as I am not a seamstress, but I do appreciate the craft when I see it.
Really, I appreciate any craft done well and with devotion.(btw I think the Q is doing the chicken dance in these photos).
As for Q, she always enjoys music, be it contemporary or classical.
And we all love teepees.
Mike is 1/64 Creek Indian, card-carrying. I myself probably have a far, far higher concentration of Indian blood in me, but I do not carry a card, so we will probably never know.
In any case, we very much enjoy exploring the history of Native Americans from our region...however authentic or unauthentic it might be.
Can you see the Native American in his face?
Nope. Neither can I.
Q got herself a handmand bone necklace out of the day. It very much suited her outfit.
There is, of course, a pumpkin patch...though we were just window-shopping since we already have our pumpkins for the season.
Homemade sugar cookies are always a popular item...particularly when baked in a real wood stove, just like my mum used to bake when I was small.
We particularly love Four Mile for its wonderful vintage structures, so well-kept.
And one of the greatest joys of the Pumpkin Festival for me - a born-and-raised horse lover - is the presence of so many beautiful and carefully-groomed draft horses. This white pair were particularly attractive for their styled manes and gorgeous harnesses.
On the way home from the festival, Q left a careful trail of crumbs (aka kettle corn kernels) so that she might somehow make her way back. I love how fairytales endure through the generations.