It was Lavender Weekend and, as any self-respecting town which likes to claim even a tiny bit of Scottish heritage (some of the first settlers were from Scotland, ya know) the ceremonies must open with a bagpiper. Sorry the picture isn't better. That banner proclaims "Lavenderstock" because it was non-stop music groups for three days. No rain, no mud, but there might have been a few doped kids wandering among the crowds. Most people were high on the calming scent of lavender everywhere.
No, our very own lavender isn't this big, but one of the nearby farms was busy.
Lily and Svea and I got stuck in the Perler bead craze and wonder how long the jar of 22,000 might keep us busy. Wanna come play?
At last! Controls!