Monday, June 27, 2005

Welcome to Summer, Love, The Renaissance Faire

In the 1970s-summers-of-Southern California, the Renaissance Faire was in Agoura Hills. Dusty horse country. Today it’s the suburbs. But then it was still wild, dry, smelled like sagebrush, and just on the other side of the hills where they filmed M*A*S*H*. My sister loved to dress up. And I’d bet a good amount of money that the first flower head wreath I ever wore was at this Faire. I had my first Ginger Beer here. And evidently, I received this special gift that then went into my scrapbook. Here’s to a great summer. Thou will fare well in thy love this summer….

1 comment:

Rozanne said...

That sounds like a great event! Too bad it's out in the 'burbs now. There's no magick in such a location.

I'm sure you've been to the Oregon Country Fair. I went for the first time last summer. Sadly, I hadn't had the foresight to wear a tie-dyed halter top, a hemp skirt, a feathered mask, or a jester's cap, so I felt a bit out of place.