Medieval Festival

Also Called a Renaissance Festival

Take your pick, we don’t know history anyway. Or they cover the spectrum. Costumes tend to be a mishmash of cultures and periods, but still everyone likes to wear them, see them, and indulge in the atmosphere. This festival was a week ago. Vendors come from all over, especially from Germany. Many exhibitors have elaborate living tents and furnishings they set up in the “camp.” Sellers also set up tents or awnings for their wares. 

This is what we saw first: traffic control in costume.

Not part of the festivities. Just out for a drive on a Sunday. 

The camp for those exhibitors who stay over night.

Wood turning

Hand forged as you watched

An impressive chess set

This says pine cone ice cream. The line was very long. 

Sword fight practice. 

Excuse the finger, but it was a quick snap. 

Note the resting figure inside.

We will pause here, too, until next installment. 

Tournaments coming up. 

Pentecost Monday

Holiday Hike

While most of you were observing Memorial Day, we had a Holiday for Pentecost Monday/Whitmontag. 

In the spirit of “Use it or lose it,” we try to do a devotion (individually or collectively, depending on who is around) and something a bit special, not just regular work on such days. There are any number of people trying to remove Christian holidays from the official calendar, and if we don’t use them, God might let us lose them. 

Today, Better Half and I went to Daughter’s chalet in the mountains to dig some moor mud for planting our blueberry bushes. Afterward, we went on a long hike. It was a fine warm and sunny day, with vistas upon grand vistas. We traversed bog lands with innumerable wild blueberry bushes, fields, forests, along and across streams, past alp farms, with the mountain range in the background, and the roar of the scores of motorcycles that always populate that winding stretch of road on weekends and holidays. 

Behold. 

Hiking trails frequently go right through peoples yards.  One says “hi” and moves on. 

Folded rock, NOT from “mill’ ns and bill’ns of years ago.” It looks like it was laid down by water, doesn’t it? 

There are cattle way up there.

A water channel cut into the rock.







These are said to be edible. We didn’t try them. 

Something in the carrot family, with pink and white on the same stalk. 

And finishing with a hazy view of a tiny vacation house, also way up high, that was once a hikers’ shelter.  Not a bad view. 

Oma’s Garden, Part 3

Finishing the Circle