Almost without fail, the dropping of the persimmons indicate to our tiny town of Mitchell, that the festival will soon begin. Nature signals the beginning of activity around here, but nothing beats the bright orange and neon green Yard Sale signs posted all over town, to get me in the mood for the commotion, the noise and smells that wakes up our sleepy little town. This morning, on my Dog Walk, Miss Dixie was a bit more than peeved by the amount of 'people' in her domain. The early Saturday morning, usually still and contained, was a riot in activity that overwhelmed my solitary little friend. Since my grandog, Scout's, social skills are a bit....lacking, I had to make mental notes as to the Yard Sale stops once the pups were delivered back home. I am used to the smattering of sales on a given weekend, but to have the buffet of choices this weekend, I was positively frothy. And Good Sales They Were. Youngest Son accompanied me as we enjoyed the pleasure of picking and choosing. Garage Sale hosts were friendly and in the Festival Spirit. Stopping to chat and share what other sales were offering, made for an enjoyable jaunt for my kindred son and I. He bought some vintage tools and a picture frame. I found a Cecil Golding oil painting, huge and goldenly yellow. More Fake Veggies for my little friends. Why am I such a sucker for fake fruits/vegetables? Cannot pass them by.YS found a working Underwood Typewriter in a case. 1.50. I could see images of Jack Kerouac/Stephen King spinning in his visual brain as he paid for it. I found Vivien two little chairs, sturdy and good.
And what about these amazing aprons? I believe that someone made them for a church bazaar about 40 years ago, squirreled them away in a cedar chest and then developed dementia. They have never been washed or used. And the toaster. Heavy, durable but does it work? With that styling, who cares?
Then there is the table. Perfect size for an extraneous table that is ever so convenient to have around. It doesn't have an owner yet. I'll throw it to the kids and see who survives. YS might want to put Jack the Typewriter on it. A box of cookie cutters. I make terrible rolled cookies but I love cookie cutters. Maybe Eldest/Admin should have these for snow days with Miss Vivie. The heavy, homemade box with decoupaged flowers adorning it, is chock full of elderly recipes.
This is the abbreviated list of goodies obtained on this, the first day of the week long festival that we Mitchellites call
The 64th Annual Persimmon Festival!www.persimmonfestival.org
Let the fun begin!!