That was just an observation from sitting and listening to a local bluegrass group play at the Warner Fall Foliage Festival in Warner New Hampshire. It was a perfect end to a wonderful day.
I slept in (weird dreams disturbed my sleep last night). I made a veggie-full breakfast. I went to the library. But I told myself that I was not to spend more than two hours there. I was successful.
Joe was there again. The attractive and quiet library goer that introduced himself last week during our brief trail encounter. Since I am leaving so soon, I feel no shame in quietly appreciating his good looks and kind nature. We sat across from each other and said nothing more than a greeting and a farewell but that was all I needed.
I drove along roads draped in color. I listened to music that resonated in my heart and spilled past my lips.
Once I got to the festival, I listened to a man play The Blues (I think people who say a white man can't sing the blues are fools See paragraph 16). I watched dogs do tricks. I ate a buffalo burger. And then I tasted Autumn in the form of pumpkin and apple flavored homemade ice cream. I wandered among the vendors, happy to observe without purchasing. Then I watched a one-man comedy act. I laughed and clapped along with the crowd. I ended my day at the stage, listening to the blue grass performance of the Grass Dawgs. And then, warm in my car, I drove home.
And now I think again about home. Yes. Bear Brook is my home. It has been for the past 9 months. And in 12 days, it will cease to be so.
I think I'm still not ready for that reality and so I will not dwell on it just yet.
Instead, I have a few confessions to make.
Hello, my name is Sarah Lambson and I like to take pictures of mushrooms.
I am also a harmonizer. I try not to do it when I am around other people, but I have a tendency to add harmonies to the music I sing along to.
I spent far too much of the past couple weeks watching a tv show I have already seen many times over.
I love to write and yet feel afraid to commit to actually completing anything.
Kettle corn and chocolate are things that, if put in front of me, I cannot stop eating.
I have small teeth and a small mouth. Ask my dentist.
I am leaving for home in 12 days and haven't packed a thing (this is mostly because I am waiting to see what happens with the Maine Conservation Corps (DARN IT! That is my taboo topic of the weekend! Sorry) but that's no excuse really).
I wanted to stoop and pet every single dog that I saw at the festival today and had to kick myself every time to stop myself from doing it.
I have a hard time letting go.
Those are my confessions.