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On Saturday, August 18, our family went to the Waitsfield Farmer’s Market and chattedwith friends before they headed out of town for the day. As always, it felt like just theright place to be— buzzing with activity, yummy food, spectacular flowers, and talentedartisans.
Afterwards, we turned onto Bridge Street, taking the longer, scenic route home. It was
even more scenic that we had expected, because scattered along the street near thebridge and along the tall grass next to the river, were painters standing next to their
easels! Typically, we are away on vacation in the beginning of August, and havetherefore missed the VT. Festival of the Arts opening. Having just returned, we weredelighted to catch this event, which was apparently added last year.
We leaped out of the car to take it all in. It made my day—maybe my year. First of all, itturned out to be by far the most glorious blue and gold day, with a breeze of crisp, clear
air that felt like it could cleanse your skin, your hair, your soul. The sun did not beatdown, but just touched you with a heavenly warmth that both soothed and energized,
then was carried off by the soft zephyr. It was one of those days that signaled thecoming of autumn, ever so subtly, without giving up the pleasurable sense of summer.
In sharp contrast to last August’s flood destruction, on this sublime Saturday, the wholeBridge Street area was alive with a quiet creative energy accompanied by murmurings
of happily interested observers and artists who were seriously focused, but more thanwilling to answer questions and share their delight in their work.
We’d be walking along and then all of a sudden, “Look, there’s another one, way over
there in the field!” It was like we were butterflies or hummingbirds, flitting from onebeautiful canvas to another, soaking up the beauty and good energy that seemed tohave the perfect mix of soul and spirit.
Many thanks to all who organize and participate in this delightful August event.