The colorful leaves called from the mountains, so of course, we had to go. Another road trip!
We ended up at a combined event– antiques AND tractors mixed with flea market finds as far as the eye could see. I. Was. So. Happy!
Even more so when I discovered this little find. It’s a Troll House with residents, and for a brief moment I became eight years old again. I used to have one just like this and learned how to make tiny stitches with needle and thread as I created costumes for my trolls using scraps of material from my grandmother’s sewing pile.
Rust is a favorite color and there were piles of things I could look through, almost like a game of I Spy.
And I found a lawn mower that could’ve shortened the time spent cutting the grass considerably.
But although the sights were fun and the smells of the foods was mouthwatering, what I enjoyed most were the unmistakable sounds
of an old “Hit or Miss” engine, and
the buzz of a chain saw, from an artist who was most definitely Happy Creating, too!