You know you’re in for a hot day when it’s 75 degrees at 5 o’clock in the morning. So began the 2 day Bath Art in the Park show, which pretty much consumed my entire July 4th weekend. Last year this venue followed a few soaking weeks of rain, rendering the park a mudhole and creating not so pleasant memories for many artisans. This year the weather was of a different soaking kind….97 degrees with 100% humidity. Never have I seen such a vast array of sweaty humans, but I bless them for visiting the park instead of the beach in such weather! My site was on the end, next to the little pond with a fountain, so I opened all the sides of my tent, pretended there was a breeze off the water, and spent two days listening to the melodic fountain and enjoying the constant flow of people across the footbridge and into my tent. Even better was the stream of artwork, large and small that exited out the other side! Live music, food vendors, a parade and fireworks rounded out the festivities, and by Sunday night I came home exhausted but happy. Perhaps a bad economy has NOT closed everyone’s pockets!
Favorite memory…a 5 year old with 70% of his red snow cone on his white shirt, 20% on his face, and the rest made it into his mouth but he was happy, and his mom was too hot to care.
Bath Heritage Days Art in The Park
You know you’re in for a hot day when it’s 75 degrees at 5 o’clock in the morning. So began the 2 day Bath Art in the Park show, which pretty much consumed my entire July 4th weekend. Last year this venue followed a few soaking weeks of rain, rendering the park a mudhole and creating not so pleasant memories for many artisans. This year the weather was of a different soaking kind….97 degrees with 100% humidity. Never have I seen such a vast array of sweaty humans, but I bless them for visiting the park instead of the beach in such weather! My site was on the end, next to the little pond with a fountain, so I opened all the sides of my tent, pretended there was a breeze off the water, and spent two days listening to the melodic fountain and enjoying the constant flow of people across the footbridge and into my tent. Even better was the stream of artwork, large and small that exited out the other side! Live music, food vendors, a parade and fireworks rounded out the festivities, and by Sunday night I came home exhausted but happy. Perhaps a bad economy has NOT closed everyone’s pockets!
Favorite memory…a 5 year old with 70% of his red snow cone on his white shirt, 20% on his face, and the rest made it into his mouth but he was happy, and his mom was too hot to care.