Pocono Garlic Fest Labor Day 2008
. Home Grown Veggie Lovers, Do you anticipate the narrowing vortex of surplus available to you on roadside stands and farmer's markets and festivals?
. Fashionistas, Do you mourn the passing of acceptable white accented accessories?
. Does your mere soul HUMAN feel an innate sense of melancholy at the acute thought of the passing of summer?
~~Hola ~~
I hope this finds you ALL making the most of your last official (mentally at least) weekend of Summer Proper~
Yes, It is STILL SUMMER, but after LABOR DAY, well... energy and mental ramifications and goals and forward thinking have a tendency to embed themselves.
It IS still summer, and not yet FALL, But....
The last line made me think Of This
THAT aside, Labor Day Weekend has always reverberated in my soul. From early childhood to middle age now, there is something so Officially Transitional Into The Dark, that it's meant to my mood, my psyche.
Anticipatory Seasonal Affective Disorder.
Living in Southern California or ("CALI " as people from HERE reference) for ten years, it was a non-issue. I almost experienced Reverse/SAD. Became kind of Vampire like in that I was sick sick sick of ALL HONKING LIGHT all of the time.
E & I drove topless to the Garlic Fest. My first time this summer to be CONVERTIBLE-ized, Now, in actually writing 360/24 of my original bitch-fest/lament of the passing of summer, I'm a bit better aligned to perspective....
I need to write it out more often Dear Diary
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K, This started out just being a post of my very much valued 2nd Annual Trek to the Pocono Garlic Festival
I love transitional life seasonal mile-markers
NEW TRADITIONS
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Just iPhone Pocono Garlic Fest Pics Below
One of my favorite festivals ever. I love the familiarity. I love Papa Kettle Corn and I missed the Amish Garlic Cheese this year. When I saw Papa Kettle Corn smiling at me when I took a long shot (ha-ha) with iPhone. I walked up to him and told him that his GARLIC KETTLE CORN was the main reason I came back for my Season 2 of The Garlic Fest. E and I were taking some shade time and were acutely people watching. A Jersey Soprano Type Man came close to dumping his waste in the bin of GARLIC KETTLE CORN straining mechanism (laundry basket over trash can) when PAPA KETTLE CORN said FIRMLY to JERSEY WASTE MAN, "This is not a trash can".
E said, "What a grumpy old Man".
I said, " Look at him. How evil would You be in this situation?"
He basically had a bee keeper suit with full frontal mask on, while tending to the perfectly tended to kettle corn vat whilst temps were close to 90 degrees outside.
Papa Kettle Corn smiled so sweetly at/with me.
I have so MUCH respect for him :)
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
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G'NITE SWEET HEARTS
