Frog Day

I'm not sure you could have ordered up a better day for a small town festival. We arrived this morning just after dawn and set up our tent and table. I hadn't half finished setup when I realized I should have worn a jacket.
After the sun rose out of the east, and burned off the morning dew, the day warmed nicely.
Our booth was almost at the corner of State and Main Streets and as it turned out, it was a great location. We caught people coming and going. We saw so many old friends and well-wishers that I lost count.
We were a few booths away from the Crazy Hair booth and watching those kids come out of there was a scream.
This was our fourth Frog Festival and we've enjoyed them all. The Frog Festival is the perfect small-town festival. Admission is free, with music on two stages all day long. You can walk around and eat BBQ, funnel cakes, parched peanuts, and cotton candy. Jilda and I had lemonade squeezed fresh right before our eyes.
I had a great time today. The only downside was I got blazed. I knew better. I had sun screen in the car, but I didn't want to walk back and get it. So tonight, I'm paying the price.
It will be an yearly night because we are whupped.