We went to the Fort Langley Cranberry Festival! Fort Langley is one of my favourite ways to spend a fall or summer morning. And this was their big fall festival so we enjoyed the crafts, artwork, food and music all morning long.
Don't ask me to walk by an old church or chapel and NOT take a picture of it. Because that is impossible. I love old churches.
Unfortunately, I didn't find the flea market at St. Andrews that good. What's happened to the old church ladies with their fabulous quilts and crocheted tea cozies? Not many soft grannies that smell like baking around anymore, I suppose.
In other news, Annie's blonde hair is long enough for pig tails. I usually like to keep her hair bobbed but haven't gotten her to the hair dresser lately. Isn't she a sweet girl?
And this is tired and grumpy Joseph. And his beautiful new HOMEMADE (yes, I knitted that) pumpkin hat. Just in time for fall. Yay!
I'm sure that Nellie would roll over in her grave if she knew that I paid some hobby farmer $5 to lead Anne around the pasture on a pony. But I couldn't resist and we are city folk. And despite the blurry picture (my camera isn't that grand), you can see why I did it. She loved that pony and Scooter was a firm friend by the time she was ready to dismount.
He perked up a bit for the dancing. There were some wonderful bands this year.
And mini-donuts seemed to go over well for both of them. 
The style of Fort Langley - the old turn of the century buildings and quaint shops - is something I never tire of. But I am someone who likes braided rugs and is, right now, baking pies for Thanksgiving. And I love quilts. And I knit. So take that with a grain of salt.
Dancing, dancing, dancing! We boogied for a while. It was so warm and crisp outside. And really, what says fall like spinning in the grass to old Judds tunes? I can't tell you how many times my sister and I listened to "Grandpa....tell me 'bout the good ol' days..." on our mix tape. Memories!
And of course, what's a market without a huge bouquet of fall flowers like dahlias and sunflowers to bring home? Since it was the Cranberry Festival and all, we also picked up some fresh cranberries. Which Anne and Joseph discovered, after shoving a handful into their mouths, need a bit of sugar to really taste good. And picked up a few vintage handkerchiefs.
We were all warm, full, happy and tired by the time we left. I love festivals like this and couldn't easily make it a yearly tradition.
Particularly for the mini-donuts. Cinnamon-sugary-hot-goodness.
Don't be a hater.
