Last weekend, the first weekend of October, Leslie, Monica and I went down to the Gourd Festival in Mt. Gilead. It's about an hour North of Columbus. This was the third time I had been to the Gourd Festival. I just love it. It's the most pure truest festival I have ever been to.
There are no rides, no big corporate sponsors. There are no sullen clove cigarette smoking goth teens hanging out by "a hit the balloon with a dart and win a Guns and Roses mirror" games.
Just pure Gourd fun, Gourd crafts, a Gourd orchestra.
Leslie bought a Santa Gourd, I bought 4 little baby unpainted dried gourds to paint and maybe turn into cheezy Christmas tree ornaments. I think Monica just bought a bucket of french fries with cheese.
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