Once again it was time for the Danielsville Fall Fest. It is the tenth anniversary year of this local and lovely festival, and I’ve been to three of the last four since I’ve lived here. That first year I attended, I felt such a warmth and small-town flavor that I immediately understood that I was now at my earthly home. I enjoy the cloggers, and the volunteer firemen serving burgers and hot dogs, I enjoy seeing the local artisans and vendors ply their wares. They work hard and make such quality products. For example, I bought more Booger Hill Bee Company honey. It is a fresh wildflower honey that is light but flavorful. I bought a lavender goat milk soap from Deena and Emily’s Soaps. Their soaps are creamy and smooth. And good for the skin!
More than the vendors is the feeling at the Festival. It’s small, but it is totally local. There is no neon, there is no midway, there is no faceless vendor after faceless vendors from other states plying the same items as each other. Not that there’s anything wrong with Fairs like those, I enjoy them myself. But I like knowing the money I hand over goes to local folks making a living at what they are selling. I like knowing the money for the baked goods goes to the clothes pantry, and the volunteers organizing the festival are people I work with.
It creates an atmosphere that even after four years of attending, still speaks the word “home”.
Here are some photos. I deliberately didn’t take many of the people, but of scenes.
My friend Richard from church. He is a volunteer Fireman. I worked with Richard in the Good News Club at school last year and now I work with his wife every Wednesday night teaching kids at church. Good people.
And that was my afternoon! Thanks to all who organized this day.