And last Monday was Ian's 21st birthday so now I have two children in their twenties. We went to Richmond to visit Brigid and attended the Broad Appetit festival. Some Cvillains may not like this, but I prefer Richmond to Charlottesville. To me, it's more diverse, less provincial and doesn't have the suffocating small town atmosphere of Charlottesville. Having a major art school has made the residents tolerant of eccentricity, especially since VCU students sometimes do performance style art assignments out in the community. Brigid once walked around for an entire day, running errands and transacting in different shops with both arms encased in long cardboard tubes and the only comment she got was, "Art project?" In Charlottesville, you get the side eye if your yoga mat is the wrong color.
Since Seamus wants to be a chef, we stopped at the Culinary Institute of Virginia's booth to see what the students are cooking which was pulled pork cubes, a chutney, and an unidentifiable "foam," all served on edible, spoon-shaped crackers. The plates at the festival were compostable, and there seemed to be far less trash than is typical at street festivals of this type.
The kids play a fair game.
The Farm bus--inside was a well-stocked farmer's market.
At home, Seamus got a picture of the baby bunny in the garden.
My two twenty-somethings, twenty years ago, with Jon.