Where Have All The Jonquils Gone?

It turns out late March is a horrible time to hold a jonquil festival in Arkansas.

We went down to the Historic Washington State Park Jonquil fest with our friends Jim and Brayden. It’s your average Arkansas town festival complete with corn dogs, kid activities and vendors selling useless tackiness at barely justified prices. The little town of Washington is covered up in daffodils of all kinds, but they were all but finished blooming. It put a pall over their namesake festival. I guess the organizers were trying to avoid competing with at least three other such celebrations that I know of across the state in March.

Strangely, no one was in line at the magnetic therapy booth.

I’ve been to lots of these kind of festivals – Bikes, Blues and BBQ in Fayetteville, Toad Suck Daze in Conway, Hoo Rah Days in DeQueen, to name a few – but these pet visor/sunglasses deals are the oddest item I’ve seen for sale at any of them. Rocky didn’t want to pose for me, but I eventually got a shot of him.

This woman and her dog were shopping at a different pet apparel booth. No visors there, just the usual shirts and sweaters.

I caught this woman out in the parking area stealing the last of the viable flowers.

It took some coaxing, but we finally got Abby into the bouncy apparatus.

I always enjoy the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission’s giant aquarium on wheels.

The family posing on the back porch of one of the restored homes from the 1800s. I like this one because Brayden poked his head into the frame. (Photo by Jimmie Wayne Gross, Brayden’s dad.)

Gina almost stroked out from the heat in that sweater. She told me to go buy her a T-shirt, preferably white. This is what I came back with:

I got it from a vendor specializing in shirts celebrating the Redneck/Southern Woman. Gina put the shirt on and hilarity ensued.