The count down week for the festival is always equal parts weighty and delightful. What if nobody comes? What if it rains? What if I forget where to pick up the U-haul? And then there are the warm memories of festivals past. What if it’s never that good again?
And what if everything miraculously comes together and we have a fantastic day of beavering and community? You never know. It might be the best day ever.
