I’m behind on posting, as usual, but I wanted to share our pics from the Burton Cotton Gin Festival this past weekend. Small town festivals don’t need a lot of words to describe. The beauty and comfort comes from knowing that most tiny towns have something similar, and they all make you feel like you’re at home.
My dad’s hometown (Miles, Texas) has their own Cotton Festival, so Burton’s festival especially brings back childhood memories of riding floats and scrambling for candy with my Lacy cousins.
We spent the afternoon in Burton on Saturday, and it was the perfect way to enjoy a beautiful spring day with a two-year old boy. We missed the morning parade since Harper had to work, but we made in time for the tractor pull competition. I’m sure I’ve been to events that probably included this type of display of agricultural strength, but this was the first time I’ve actually sat down to watch. I must admit, it was pretty entertaining. The glass of wine and seeing it through this boy’s eyes probably helped.
This local blacksmith made an impressive snake out of an old horseshoe rasp. His story telling was pretty impressive, too. If I was producing a film that needed a blacksmith, I would want him in the cast. I know he’s a real blacksmith, but he’s so believable. Meanwhile, Tice found the petting zoo.
The owners let Tice sit with the bunnies. He was gentle, and they were so sweet. And they were only eight dollars. It’s a good thing they were white, or I don’t know if Harper would have been able to protest enough. I think white rabbits in our backyard would be hawk magnet.
We ended the afternoon on the patio at the Pig & Whistle Pub. Of course, it took us back to a similar afternoon last year. How has another year already passed? Please, slow down.
I’m thankful I had my camera to capture this special day. The images will help me remember the rest of it: the smokey smell of the gin’s diesel engine, the violent strength of the tractors, the cool mist of water from the fountain, and most importantly, the sweet calm of a few hours spent with my two favorite people in the midst of a busy spring.