6th Annual Blanco Lavender Festival - 2010-06-13

Beautiful weather! The Wyches hosted a trip to the festival. We picked up the Duhons and drove to Blanco. Simon Demortier and his wife Claire Ceneray met us there in the town square just a few minutes later. All of the festival photos that you see here were taken by Simon.

old photo of the Blanco County
    Courthouse from www.texasescapes.com/TexasCourthouses/ 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.


Heron's Nest Herb Farm

We made fun of Claire for not automatically finding a parking place that was in the shade... a very automatic activity for Texans (and others I am sure). This 1st picture at the farm is of a still to extract essences. Other times of the year we probably even get a sample to drink. Still no lavender. The first field we came to was Echinacea. This place was truly a working farm.

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.


Wimberley Lavender Farm

Though we were not expecting anything like it, we are ready for home made Lavender Ice Cream (poor Carol chose to forego the pleasure so as to continue to avoid a swollen body exterior on the morrow). There were a couple flavors. I picked chocolate + lavender. Any lavender flavor was totally swamped I'm afraid. Where Simon and I sat there was a long view West and a "mister" under the nearest tree. Those things have sure seen a recent surge in use all about. A fad I think.
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.

Hitch hiking aphid from the farm

A Hitch Hiker back to the Wyche's house

Our 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.

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