this week grace showed up in the form of nostalgia.
while on the road, i discovered a small county fair in southwest virginia. growing up in the farm belly of california, the fair was a huge deal in my childhood and teenage years and i will jump at any chance i get to visit a real county fair.
there is something about the juxtaposition of bright color with dirt paths and twinkling lights with barnyard smell.
the fried green tomatoes were transcendent.
i don't always ride the carousel, but when i do, it's because there is a giant rooster.
ducks!
when i was a little girl my big brother used to rock the car on the ferris wheel, scaring the bejeezus out of me. i can't ride one to this day but i love to look at them.
love a country girl and her fancy teal shitkickers.
tastes like home. sounds like home. feels like home. grace.
