Anybody who knows my 10-year-old knows he is a lover of fans. The bigger, the better. Well, we elevated his autumn by taking a Sunday drive to the windmill farm just 10 miles south of home. We can see the windmills from our back yard, but they're about the size of toy tops (funny thing, perspective). As we rounded the bend to the windmill farm, C gushed an unfettered "OH. MY. GOSH." at the sight of nine monstrous behemoths churning butter in the wind. The sound they made was like jet engine turbines preparing for takeoff; rivaled only by C's glee scampering as close as possible to the barbed-wire fence that keeps us fans of fans at safe gawking distance.
8 years ago
What a fun and educational excursion. Some things never change -- maybe he'll grow up to "build a better FAN."
ReplyDeleteOh those pictures are so so so so cute!!! Now don't be surprised when you see pictures of the fans that I copy cat in a day or two on MY blog. Those are AWESOME pictures. I feel so inspired!!! Come on, daylight...
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