Fairy Festival at Spoutwood Farm; or, Once a Hillbilly, Always a Hillbilly
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," basking in the aftermath of Fairie Festival at Spoutwood Farm 2007!
There's nothing like a faerie festival to restore your faith in the future of America. Or to restore your faith in general. Big ol' outdoor rituals to the Four Quarters, wow! Can I get a Kubiando? Yeah!
Okay, this blog is read equally by Appalachians and Pagans, probably followed closely by card-carrying members of the Daughters of the American Revolution. (Trust me, I get comments from the latter!)
Sorry, no D.A.R. in this post.
What happens when you grow up in the mountains, and it's May, and you wake up, and the wind is blowing all git-out, hell and gone like a freight train? Well, you dress for the weather. Reluctantly you stash your gooey fairy gown, replacing it with a thick woolen sweater, blue jeans, and ugly walking shoes. Cuz it's gonna be cold out there, right?
You persuade one daughter (The Heir) to dress for the weather too. You bully the other one (The Spare) until she throws a tantrum and compromises by wearing jeans under her fairy garb and bringing a fleece blanket.
Who turns out to be the smart one? The Spare.
Spoutwood Farm is not in the mountains. Sunday turned out to be quite comfortable indeed. However, on Sunday around noon a few Fairie Festival attendees were injured when a branch broke and fell on them. We at "The Gods Are Bored" wish those folks a speedy recovery.
The rest of us had one whopper of a romp. Cuz hillbillies know how to dress for the weather. Layer after layer of warm stuff got shed from the corpus of Anne, Heir, and Spare. And somehow Anne found herself in the same plain blouse she wore last year!
Now the remainder of this post is for you gal readers out there. I put Princess the faerie in charge of the camera and let 'er rip.
Princess thought this dude might be a wizard.
Princess knows other princesses when she sees them.
More tomorrow from
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS