Here are more pictures from the Gloucester Daffodil Festival.
My mother was Daffodil Queen back in the day.
Her future father-in-law, who sold daffodils commercially, crowned her.
Little known fact.
|I'm not sure there's any flower more cheerful than a daffodil.|
|Here the flag cooperates. The photographer probably shouldn't have chopped off the top, but chances are pretty good she was focused on the shadow in the window.|
|There was food, food and more food.|
|Deep fried candy bars, anyone?|
|The only money I spent at the Daffodil Festival was here. Iced tea and BBQ.|
|If I'd had more time, I probably would have sampled the shrimp on a stick, which I'm guessing is a kabob, but around here you never know. There might just be one shrimp on one stick, nothing else. The End.|
|If you guessed I wanted the pink hat, you'd be correct.|
|There was so much going on, even pony rides. And ATMs.|
|The Kubota booth was a cruel reminder of what I was really supposed to be doing that day.|
|Lots and lots of yard work.|
|Then I saw something shiny! All household obligations were forgotten (once again) as I wondered where I might locate my own personal version of this blue tinsel hat with the daffodil adornment.|
The Daffodil Festival was great. There is something for everyone even if you only go to
eat people watch.