We toured the booths. There seemed like about 50 or so all scattered around the old city courthouse you see here to the right.
We bought some things (in addition to iced drinks). For $1.50 (which I rounded up to $2) I got a behind the door "coat" rack that is an approximation to Bill the Cat. I have it at work to satisfy a corporate edict that outer apparel is not to be drapped across chairs. This one.... "Fill the Bill".
After all the walking and looking we were hungry and settled on the Uptown Blanco Restaurant, barely a block from the downtown festival. We dawdled over an excellent lunch at prices that make me want to move out of Austin!
Sated, we consulted the map about farms to go see. Thus far we had not encountered any lavender plants.. only derivatives of such.
Well, you can't tell it, but where George is sitting, there were several native Texas plants including "cat briar", poison ivy, and beggar's lice. Isn't that a great picture of the insect at the lavender bush? Simon got a fine photo there.
Near the end of our route through the farm we came upon sculptor Bob Gottschall. Five of the 6 of us converged on him because he presents an approachable teacher/enthusiast countenance. So much so, that we spent about half an hour talking to him. How can an artist's drive survive the less-than-artist-muse requirements that making molds, finding money, dealing to scheduling, getting a pouring, cleaning, moving, and installation takes? He began with "Why did my muse slave me to sculpting instead of painting?" Bob was so engaging in efforts to convey how he deals with it that I believe he was baring his soul. He probably does this daily.
We did all talk about various forms of sculpting we had worked on in our pasts. Claire even said she would like to give further attention to her prior interest, and Bob invited her to come back in October for some beginning classes that he teaches.
|After walking around the lavender field and a fruitless search for an English garden type maze (or least a French pattern) that was purported to be out at the far corner, we called it a day. It was about 5pm anyway which is when it is all supposed to be over.|
A Hitch Hiker back to the Wyche's houseOur car paths diverged in Wimberley. We took Carol's usual Old Oaks to Austin path and this aphid never seemed troubled by the wind. It didn't jump off when the let the Duhons off and was STILL on the car windshield edge when we parked at home along 44th.