Ah, yes. The proverbial thunder and lightening arrived on cue just as we were packing up to leave the Nyantic show on Sunday afternoon. This after two full days of blistering, near 100 degree heat and very little air movement.
Here is where I MUST get on my soap box in praise and admiration of the many veteran art show/festival participants who brave any and all kinds of hazards in order to make it possible for the public to view their work.
I think it's safe to say that the majority of entrants in any given show are probably over the age of 50. More than a few are disabled in some way. Some are too heavy to be doing the kind of physical labor setting up and tearing down necessitates. (NOT a shot at overweight people! This is pure empathy, folks.)
So picture everyone dripping with sweat, faces bright red, exerting themselves to the point of exhaustion. This includes yours truly, folks. I'll bet there were thousands of gallons of water consumed over the weekend. That I heard of no collapses or fainting spells seems a miracle.
Another unexpected occurrence because of the heat was people actually throwing lobster meat in the trash because the heat destroyed their appetites. One lady fed our dog Kelsey an entire claw...since I had not spent the $18 for a lobster meal, I kind of wanted to have four legs and a tail there for a minute...
So when it rained, it was not entirely unwelcome. Shoes came off and, I for one, took great pleasure in stomping through the puddles and letting the water get me as wet as possible in the process. Yes, art festivals always bring the unusual and unexpected -- just one of the reasons I love doing them.