The Hollyhock Festival

Yesterday was our neighborhood hollyhock festival–not to be vain, but it was pretty much conceived and executed by yours truly. I got the volunteers for the food and games, bought all the prizes, food, paper goods, etc. and it went really well. I was on tv for the second time this week. I didn’t watch the first time, because it made me realize I look like someone who has had a stroke and needs plastic surgery. I watched it this time, and it wasn’t too bad, and I didn’t sound totally retarded. But I don’t want to sound like I can’t get people mobilized. There were a bunch of us who set up tables, chairs, cleaned, got the popcorn machine, and so on.
I would say about 100 people came–free sandwiches, drinks, popcorn, cookies. Can’t wait for the 3rd year.
The hollyhocks were not blooming as fully as I would have liked at the park–mine are in full bloom. The photo above shows my blooms on the side of my house.


6 responses to “The Hollyhock Festival

  1. I’m sure you didn’t look or sound retarded. We had lots of fun. Noah absolutely loved it, especially the ring toss. It was worth the trip. And the hollyhocks were beautiful.

  2. Thank you so much for coming! Especially driving through one of those midwest summer terrifying storms!

  3. Oh I wish I had known about this! I would have gone for sure. Thanks a lot for telling me Barbara, thanks A LOT!

  4. Sounds like fun!

  5. I can’t believe I didn’t tell you, Hannah! I have been absolutely boring in talking about it constantly. But I will make sure to tell you numerous times about next year. How can I make it up to you? Lunch at Budgies on me?

  6. That would certainly make up for it! 🙂 But just the pleasure of your company is all I need; you bought last time.

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