This weekend in heat that felt like summer, we celebrated the end of the harvest at the
Viroqua Harvest Parade and Celebration. Our little group of homeschooling friends made costumes and marched. (We've been learning plant families for the last 6 weeks, so we fit right in).
Iris was an Oxeye Daisy and Elsa was a pumpkin blossom (until she decided it was all just too much and wanted to ride in the pack on my back).
There was much merriment
and beautiful art
and music
and a whole little town turned out to bask in the joy of growing food, keeping it local, and being community.
The girl who was a bit worried about "people looking at my costume and clapping", couldn't stop shaking her music maker to the beat and smiling the whole way.
It felt like everyone was full of hope and joy that day. Like we were storing up the last of the season's sun to keep us through winter.
This weekend in heat that felt like summer, we celebrated the end of the harvest at the Viroqua Harvest Parade and Celebration. Our little group of homeschooling friends made costumes and marched. (We've been learning plant families for the last 6 weeks, so we fit right in).
Iris was an Oxeye Daisy and Elsa was a pumpkin blossom (until she decided it was all just too much and wanted to ride in the pack on my back).
There was much merriment
and beautiful art
and music
and a whole little town turned out to bask in the joy of growing food, keeping it local, and being community.
The girl who was a bit worried about "people looking at my costume and clapping", couldn't stop shaking her music maker to the beat and smiling the whole way.
It felt like everyone was full of hope and joy that day. Like we were storing up the last of the season's sun to keep us through winter.
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