The opening weekend at Four Winds Faire brought hot and cold windy weather -- and I'm not just talking about the weather! I shan't publish the fairemily's business in a public forum, since so much was relayed in the usual way -- via the grapevine. Still, there are a few memories that are worthy of passing mention.
After the faire closed on Saturday -- a blustery, cold day -- we met at James' memorial garden to salute absent friends. We raised a glass (ah, for the song that goes with it!) to James, who welcomed so many folks (including us) to the Faire; to the Lady in the Woods, a gentle soul who was part of Sherwood Archery -- I still have the amethyst she gave me; Roland and his wife, who had the photography and Celtic works up the hill; and Myst, Dustin's knightly steed, a performer with great heart. On the last -- Dustin had posted that he would "sneak" a mention of his old companion into the service; I shot back that Myst was as much a performer and part of the Faire as us humans. He deserved more than a passing mention ... The pipers played as we drank our remembrances.
I must say that this past weekend brought out some old and new friends and supporters. Some had gone down to Sherwood near Austin; others had gone to the North Texas Irish Fest (though that might be this coming weekend). The joust was well-attended; as usual, all the merchants wanted more customers ... The gas prices may keep the casual day-tripper from making the drive from the Metroplex. We shall see.
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