The First Saturday in November

Most years on the 1st Saturday in November you can find me (and at least a few members of my family) in dusty hay strewn field in a little GA town called Calvary.     Where mule enthusiatasts and funnel cake lovers are having a grand time.   This little town's claim to fame is Mule Day.     It has been going on for 38 years.

They grind corn, and sugar cane.   They cook cane syrup and sell stalks of sugar cane.    It is alot of fun.

There are lots of craft and food vendors.     We try to get there early for the parade and my grandson Easton loves to watch the mule and buggy rigs.   It just makes him smile and that makes me happy.   

The rest of the family just opens their folding chairs along the parade route and raids the local food vendors while I watch Easton watch the parade.

Kyla was loving the cotton candy, while everyone else was sharing fresh squeezed lemonade, smoked turkey legs and a bloomin onion.    Nutrition and calories don't count at Mule Day.      We did buy some oranges and grapefruit though, and they are good for you.

 Easton loves to ride on the ponies.   He is not at all afraid of the huge mules and horses either.     We are going to see about some riding lessons for him soon.   He is so happy on the back of a horse.     If he can just touch them.      I was that way when I was young.       

We walk the rows of vendors and buy lots of things we don't need, by the time we walk the last aisle we are out of money, our feet hurt and it is time for one last funnel cake and the trek back to the car.    

and one last photo of Easton with a mule.     He can't  seem to pass one by without getting close.   Until next year.

Even the Kings of Israel had mules.

So Zadok the priest, and Nathan the prophet, and Benaiah the son of Jehoiada, and the Cherethites, and the Pelethites, went down , and caused Solomon to ride upon king David's mule, and brought him to Gihon.

1 Kings 1:38 KJV