Sunday, 22 June 2014

The Summer I turned pretty...freckly!

The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.

The sun has been making its unusual aquaintance with us again this summer, which by my humble opinion, is good.

What better way to spend a summery weekend in June….a Flower Festival!

An early arrival was still late by others standards, as stalls were busily being erected, paintings were hung, ducks ushered in and food stalls were set up.

I dropped a couple of boxes, a folding table and a big bottle of water under a tree while I found a suitable parking spot.

The crowds rolled in, late morning as the smell of freshly cooked food welled in the woody park. A guy in stilts walked past, several times, each time giving the same cheery ‘hello’, with waving hands. I slip on the sunglasses and suddenly my phone seems awful interesting. A unicycle performers rides up and down the pathways, pushing the segmented front half of a bike, completely in tandem with the atmosphere of the day.
The dog show draws a lot of well-groomed dogs whose hair is better kept than my own. There is a puppet show further down the park while the stilted guy passes again with the same cheery hello. I smile, again.

So, great summers leads to warmth and opens rural communities to a hive of outdoor activities. Long live summer.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

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