As forecasted, Saturday was what we call a “top 10 weather day” here. It was the kind of weather that reminded me why we live in Minnesota. It was a perfect 72 degree, slight breeze and full sunshine day.

As a thank you for tiling their backslash, Nikki and Jimmy bought us tickets to join them on a dinner cruise in Taylor’s Falls, MN. Because perfect weather was expected, we decided to make a day of it.

First, we stopped at a little wine and cheese shop.

We bought squeaky cheese, spicy jerky and Jimmy got a speciality strawberry soda. For those of you who don’t know, squeaky cheese is a bag of fresh cheese curds. So fresh in fact, that the squeak when you bite into them. Warning: squeaky cheese is addictive. 🙂

The next stop was a sculpture garden right outside Taylor’s Fall named

People have said to me that I am very creative. Many times I receive compliments on my ability to make something out of nothing. This sculpture garden put any ability I might have to shame.

Let me show you what I mean.

As we walked around, the four of us would walk up to a sculpture and give our opinions about what we saw. For instance we probably said something like, “This artist had a vision about keeping things out, so they built a wall.”

Now read what this “wall” was all about. We weren’t even close, on this sculpture or any others.  🙂

After reading most of the placards, you could kind of, maybe, sort of see where the artist was coming from.  But this one? No idea how six stuffed deer stuck on poles could mean this:

During a sketch comedy performance an actor follows a script and is expected to perform in tune, with eventual laughter the outcome. At times, not everything goes to plan. These professionals stumble, they break character, and even laugh at their own botched attempt at mastery. They become unstuck, they are neither performer nor audience and aren’t laughed at or with. They are something entirely different. When we laugh as Gilda Radnor can’t hold it together we experience what collective vulnerability is, how frail the body and mind are, and how redeeming empathic embarrassment is.

Seriously…all of that from six deer stuck on poles.   🙂

Our third stop before reaching Taylor Fall’s was an apple orchard and pumpkin patch. The fall colors were beautiful, the apples were crisp and the cider was cold.

Our final destination of the riverboat dinner cruise did not disappoint. The leaves had just started to turn, the sun had started to go down the view was breathtaking.

 

Thanks Nikki and Jimmy for a perfect Saturday.

~Wendy and Wade

P.S. This week I am going to be staining a bench and finishing up some other odds and ends for the Market On Old Lake George sale. But I have a little confession to make. When Sam and I were writing the post for Saturday, I couldn’t find the original picture that had inspired me to redecorate Jack’s bedroom. So I found and used a photo that I liked. Then Sam taught me how to find my “Recently Deleted” pictures in my phone and there it was! So here are the actual bedroom photos that first inspired me.

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See you later this week!