St. Florian, just a few miles north of where I live, was settled by German immigrants soon after the Civil War ended. Every year, on the first weekend in October, the residents celebrate their German heritage with Oktoberfest.
There was a huge tractor show . . .
in John Deere green,
and babies on horses. . .
and lawn ornaments galore.
There was Sweet Southern music
and snow cones. I'm wondering what Tigers Blood tastes like.
There were various vendors and the omnipresent funnel cake.
Games for the kiddies that everyone seems to enjoy.
St. Michael's church was built when the community was founded. My brother-in-law's great, great grandfather and great grandfather, both brick masons, helped build it. It has always been the heart of that beautiful community.
I can't think of any better way to spend a brisk autumn afternoon!