I woke up this morning feeling like slugging and ditching all the plans we have for the weekend. Rather than be a total slugg, I decided to ditch yoga this morning and sleep in a little, and then still go to the Scarecrow Festival in Chappell Hill.
Chappell Hill is about an hour from here on the way to Austin and we have been there several times to the Margaret Austin Center for retreats. I am having no expectations about the festival today, but I am harboring the hope that there will be a vendor hawking butterfly fies. I am not quite sure why I have been dreaming of them lately other than knowing it is festival season, and not knowing where to go for festivals here in TX.
Scarecrow Festival, don't let me down.