It’s Sunday and the beginning of a new week. This weekend was also our St. Andrew’s annual Heritage Festival and I didn’t make it either yesterday or today because of a silly head-cold or sinuses – I can’t tell which one it is. Today I am feeling better than I have felt all weekend, but it is past six o’clock and the festival is over. The Husband is helping everyone pack up and get the church back in order. However, since I didn’t make it to the festival at least the festival food made it to me. Homemade grape leaves. Sadama. Spinokopia. Perogies. And so much more! It made its way to my home via The Husband and friends and I ate every delicious bite with love. Luckily for me, I could actually taste the food by the time it arrived because the antihistamine worked wonders – all three of them!
Part of me is sad the festival time is here because right after it the weather begins its rush to a change of winter. This year the weather was beautiful and warm. Perfect festival weather. Next week there is rumors of approaching rain and cooler temps. The knitting nerd in me is excited about pulling out my sweaters and really knitting again, but this also means time to begin putting away the sun dresses. I can’t change the season changes. I am not really sure if I want to because there is something about each season I love. My favorite is Summer, of course, but Spring brings promise of warmth and Fall brings colors. Winter brings the first snow and even though things are not really peaceful, there is a reflection of peace making my heart swell with…love. Why? Because there is, somehow, a promise of good things in that first snow along with a snow day for kids. I remember lying in my bed waiting to hear the news man say on the radio, yes radio, there was no school for Leslie County. What better thrill is there for school age children?
Now, I am an adult and I don’t have “school days” any more, and the thrill of not having to go to school is something I miss.