Pennsylvania Fall Fair

I've relocated yet again. I'm thinking of it more as touring rather than moving. (Moving has that ugly feeling of finality)
I am currently touring the Southern Pennsylvania countryside.

The one and only morning warm enough to run outside

Rural Pennsylvania has the quaint, Americana feel foreigners, like myself, think of when picturing classic America. Deciduous trees changing colour, farms with houses scattered across rolling hills, American flags and the Ten Commandments planted on lawns, brick churches with white steeples. It's postcard material.

My husband has lived here since his teens and decided to give me a taste of autumn in the Northeast. On Sunday, we visited the Scottdale Fall Festival. We took Zoey along, of course.

The downtown streets are decorated in fall-themed wreaths and mum flowers. Baked goodies filled booths with bright colours while the food section sent wafts of delicious air in our direction. Apparently this area has a big Polish and German population and that was reflected in the vendor's selection of bratwurst, sauerkraut, apple dumplings, and pumpkin rolls. I chose the classic red candy apple while Justin bought the greasiest thing around. Everyone was happy; Even a few furry guys got in on the action.

Downtown was filled with the sounds, smells, and colours of fall. Sunday was a Steelers [American] football gameday so people donned their customary black and gold. I inadvertently wore a top that could pass as gold [I insisted to Justin that it is mustard]. A few people stopped to chat so I assume I was accepted as one of their own. :)

A classic car show and a petting zoo had their respective locations at the fair. We browsed but were more interested in booths and an art show (no photos allowed, unfortunately). Zoey handled all the walking well, everything considered. The fair was a great (re)introduction to Pennsylvania and fall.
(I didn't have a autumn last year. This was my fall weather.)

What fall activities are you looking forward to?

Evening walk at the Marina

Zoey and I went for a walk in the marina. The last few days have been blustery and wet so we used the evening reprieve for our dose of fresh air and beautiful scenery. 

While on our walk, Zoey found the last summer flowers blooming in the garden along the wooden planks.

When I think of the place I call home, I think of the caring and conscientious folks in my little town. They are aware of the needs of people around them and care about the world they live in. People trust each other here and honestly want the best for their community. After living abroad, I see and treasure the memories of growing up here. Walking past mementos of my town's heart reminded me of how much I love this place.   

I live in a beautiful place. I am so grateful for my little town and the people I've known and loved here.