My family was there, helping out with their booths and causes, so the grandkids were close by too.
With the garden still too wet to work at home and housework unappealing as usual, I was content to linger in our little hometown of Irvine, here among the lovely greening hills.
Oaklee, our eight-month old granddaughter, seemed happy to look around and get passed around. Clay, our now three and a half year old grandson, was anxious to watch the parade, but the noise of the sirens prompted a little meltdown.
However, when he saw the brightly-colored train that was NOT noisy, he was soon all smiles again.
Once he got to ride, he beamed even bigger.
“This is fun,” Clay told his dad. “I can’t believe it!”
For that and many other reasons, I consider the festival a big success, despite a little iffy weather.
As I lingered around town, partly working, and partly loafing, I mentally took note of a few things.
First of all, the beauty of our setting. Abundant rains, while they’ve been a hassle at times and wreaked havoc on our roads, have simply set all the lawns to glowing bright and green. Trees are filling out, flowers are blooming…we live in such a beautiful area.
I also thought about how much work goes into creating this event. Hours and hours of planning, arranging, calling, ordering—then sprucing up and setting up everything…there are a million and one little details to putting something like this together.
We are blessed to have people to do it. People who believe in our county, who see the good, the potential, the possibility and want to promote it.
I also saw evidence of much creativity and talent. In the Estill Arts Council booth, in the vendor’s booths, on the stage…everywhere you looked, there were unique handmade treasures and goodies for sale, as well as art, music, food.
(I had some really good barbecue on Saturday, and some really good catfish on Sunday…just thought I’d let you know.)
A few more things I noted: We are a hospitable place, a friendly bunch of people.
I saw an increased determination to see our county grow and improve, particularly among a younger set of our population.
I saw folks returning, folks who grew up here and love it here and consider it home although they live elsewhere.
I saw and heard people visiting in the streets, updating each other on their stories.
I saw many, many smiles.
I saw a plethora of free entertainment and activities.
I saw people who care.
I saw the little town of Irvine, nestled where the bluegrass kisses the mountains.
It’s been said that people see what they want to see.
Maybe they do. But then again, some things are pretty obvious, aren’t they?