Apple Festival!

I smell like butter.

I spent all afternoon churning butter, explaining how butter is made, getting down on the grass with the three-year old crowd to churn butter, dissuading people from eating the butter (because of bugs, three year olds sneezing into the butter, and you know, the Health Department), getting splashed with heavy cream when Cornelius (niftiest kid EVER) enthusiastically was churning the butter...

The Apple Festival seems like it was a success, even though right now everything smells like butter. I was sent home with a white chrysanthemum and about two bags of pumpkin muffins.