Again, at the Winter Park Sidewalk Art Festival. This philosophical looking fellow sells decorated eggs. His name is Alan. I don’t know the chicken’s name (do chickens get names?). This festival is along Park Avenue, and in the park along its west side. Only one side of Park has booths, the businesses lining the other side put out tables of stuff, or allow guys like The Egg Man to vend their wares. I don’t think this guy’s goods could get into the real art show, it is juried. By the way, the lunch we had was at Boshporus, a Turkish restaurant. We had yummy hummus with a big warm puffed-up lavosh. We also had a sampler plate with various stuff, tabouleh, baba ganoush (one of the best food names ever!) and other stuff I can’t name but was tasty. This joint has hookahs people can smoke at the outside tables. I only know one thing: the substance smoked is tobacco, and however thy flavor it, it’s poison. Service on this incredibly busy afternoon was friendly, fast, impeccable, and did I mention friendly?
We actually bought no art, but stopped in a Southwestern shop (yeah, in Florida, wonder if there are surf shops in Sedona), and bought a Zuni fetish. We have a number of these, all in our Cape Cod house. We love these little hand-carved stone creatures, some with a spirit bundle. This one was a moose, with mother-of-pearl antlers. It’ll go to Cape Cod, too.
Today we bought a different kind of rock/pebbles for the planter areas, to substitute for mulch. We didn’t like the first ones we tried. The were granite, but in place, looked kind of blah, maybe like broken-up concrete. We got what is called “Cedar Mulch Stones.” I guess the name kind of describes what they look like. There’s a young single mother who works at a nursery but does side jobs I’ll hire to help me do the job. Hope her low back is better than mine! She planted some little evergreens for us one time, moving some shillings to do it, and did a nice job.
I was going to throw in some really worthwhile stuff here, like about the economy, or the space-time continuum, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
