Girls' Day Out

Yesterday, my mom, my daughter, Rachel, and I spent the afternoon in Edom, a tiny nearby town that hosts an amazing annual art festival. What a fun day we had. The weather was gorgeous -- bright Texas sun, big blue sky, a crisp fall breeze.

We strolled the festival grounds and feasted our eyes on art in every medium imaginable, including hand forged jewelry, oil and water color paintings, sculpture, collage.

When hunger struck, we feasted our appetites on a single order of fried green tomatoes and a bowl of gumbo that we dived into with three plastic spoons. Rachel accepted the offer of a free sample of smoked sausage on a stick, then because the old men selling it were so cute, went back and bought one for us to share. Dessert was a funnel cake, which we shared with a curious met-on-the-spot friend from England, who had never before experienced the delights of this artery-clogging treat.

Through out the day musicians played. Especially lovely were a pair of harpists. One of the women plucked a Celtic harp crafted especially for her by her white-haired husband who sat at a tree-shaded card table selling CDs. He told me the other harpist's instrument was Paraguayan harp. Thus the interesting name of the group, Para Celt.

At the end of the day, Mom and Rachel drove home, leaving me with warm memories of a special day. While the sights, sounds, and tastes of the day were wonderful, it was the company that made the hours so precious.

How blessed I am to be a part of this multi-generational threesome.