Missouri Town 1855 is my favorite fall festival. One of those festivals you attend yearly, know exactly what food stand you are purchasing lunch from, the jelly samples that are the most delicious, the wool that is the softest, the general store that sells the candy, and which room in the various houses is the prettiest. Ever since reading the Little House on the Prairie books when I was younger, these times have always been fascinating to me. I love the women baking inside one of the historical houses. I love the weavers of wool in the crafts area. I love the homemade taters and the warm apple cider over a fire. This festival is always the start to the changing of the leaves and colder weather for me.
It's still so crazy to me I've had this blog for over a year, because I posted some photographs of Missouri Town last year, here. Although it was quite a bit colder last year, so much of this day was similar (I was house sitting also, still have the same colored hair, almost wore the same hat...) Though I stand firmly on being ever-changing, I do love the constant pace of things... and of course, festivals.