Mother nature wasn't cooperating with our adventure in capitalism on Saturday. Low clouds hung above Warner, stagnant as Congress. The tables were set & the wares were ready: glass holders in hand-shaped wire, knitted shawls, hand warmers and neck cowls, fennel raisin bread, pumpkin butter, handmade jewelry. Despite drizzling, overcast skies we sat like stalwart Yankees chatting with foliage festival pilgrims as they tramped past our front yard. We offered folks who stopped by cups of hot mulled cider, and everyone seemed grateful for a respite from the chill.
Sunshine peeked in & out of the clouds on Sunday and the clouds lightened slightly. Traffic past our house increased exponentially from Saturday. Ironically, people bought more of our goods on Saturday than they did on Sunday! We made significantly less cash than I anticipated. I am not deterred. Plans are already afoot for next year's crafty projects!
It's funny. Tom and I go to the festival every year, but this year we couldn't because of our son's commitments. Too bad. This stuff looks cool.
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