Just a town full of mules

First, I must say I have absolutely loved the warm weather we’ve been blessed with here in Tennessee this past weekend (although the tornado sirens today and sudden drop of temperature were not quite as enjoyable). I know I speak of the weather quite a bit on here, but it just affects your mood so much, you know?

Anywho, this weekend I spent in my hometown, the land of mules. Every year the countriest of people — I’m talking overalls, hats, boots and tons of farm lingo, not those twangy singing Nashville stars — gather in my small hometown for a celebration of the animal that our town was established for, the mule. We used to trade them, now we parade them. I must admit, my family and I have avoided this mule fest each one of the seven (or is it eight?) years we have lived there. Continue reading