These guys will be happily strutting around in my pasture today. I don’t think they realize just how lucky they are. Wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!
Sunfire sparkling on the Pedernales River
Soaring a red-tailed hawk on the wing
Cedar and Cypress perfume dance on the water
Bull frog on the bank calling out to his love
Fireflies flicker in the wildflower valley
Cicada chorus singing their lullaby song
Whippoorwill lamenting a nightbird’s serenade
Hill Country Sonata playing my memory’s tune
Bending my heartstrings like a sweet lover’s touch
And calling me back to those hills that I love
My husband, youngest daughter and I traveled back in time to the 16th Century this weekend with a visit to the Scarborough Renaissance Festival, which is held in Waxahachie Texas weekends each Spring from April until Memorial Day.
King Henry and Anne Boleyn.
The festival includes a 35 acre village consisting of artisans that create one-of-a-kind works of art and quaint shops featuring unique handmade jewelry, clothing, leather goods and other fun items. I couldn’t resist buying a spicy scented bar of handmade organic soap. Here’s our daughter Caitlin (or Cake as we affectionately call her) with a Gandalf looking Wizard in his sterling jewelery shoppe.
The artists, peddlers and performers all dress and speak in character. Performance acts include jousting competitions, comedy routines, music, dance and many other unique entertainers on 22 different stages. All the performances are included in the admission price.
After shopping and checking out a few of the acts we had to stop for some yummy fried festival food. My husband Scott chose a healthy baked potato (no bacon), but Caitlin and I went for the fried mushrooms and onion rings.
It was a lovely Texas afternoon with clear skies, a light Southern breeze and temperatures in the mid 80’s.
We couldn’t resist a cheesy photo-op as the King and Queen.
Cake fit right in with the Renaissance characters. Here she is with a couple of Ogres.
This guy is lucky he didn’t get my husbands size 11 boot up his you-know-what after calling out to Cake “Hey, come here horny girl!” As penance I made him pose for a photo.
We finished the day off by checking out some of the beautiful performing animals.
Majestic birds of prey and obliging elephants.
I felt a little sorry for this long eye-lashed beauty as she patiently carried kid after kid around and around.
What better way to end a perfect day than with a poem inspired by Cake and the Renaissance?
Dancing fairy sprite
Cast not thy gaze my way
His heart enslave
And corpse the birds to pick
Sir Walter Mittens is an artistic cat
A regular feline Van Gogh
Well actually he’s a Hemingway Cat
For each foot has an extra toe
He’s a comical cat who chirps like a bird
Whenever he is on the hunt
He uses his thumbs to hold onto his prey
Then bats the poor thing out front
Paying homage to you Ernest Hemingway
The Polydactyl is the cat I choose
And pen my soul upon the page
But try to stay away from the booze
No, not that kind of cake… Cake is my youngest daughter Caitlin’s nickname. I think all proper Southern folk should have a nickname.
She is everything I wish to be. Kind, laid back, forgiving, she see’s the good before the bad and has endless artistic talent. We gave her a keyboard for Christmas (she has never touched a piano or read music before) and within 2 days she could read music and play a portion of Moonlight Sonata. She also loves to work on her 1984 Camaro Berlinetta. She replaces headlights, changes the oil, replaces loose belts and various other things I know nothing about.
She and my oldest daughter, Rachel, recently spent a few weeks in England and Scotland. Here are some of her pics.