In Columbus, Ohio, mid-summer always means Comfest, a music, art and consciousness-raising festival totally free of corporate sponsorship. Every year during the last weekend of June, people from all over the country flock to the city for three days of local bands, artists and various anarchic/political shenanigans. We used to have a booth called “Hippie Hut” but eventually ran out of steam. I’ve retained a soft place in my heart for the gathering, however, and this year I’m back.. Local artist Mary MacDonald has agreed to carry my indoor/outdoor lucky pendants in her booth on consignment.
The idea came from a garden decoration I made years ago to use up some orphaned pieces of crystal and beads. The Comfest version has lots of “eye” beads, which is the “lucky” component of the pieces. I would have called them “God’s eyes,” but prefer to sneak up on folks rather than beat them over the head.
I spent yesterday and today painting this sign. I originally did one on the computer but decided to whip up something a bit funkier at the last minute.
Frankly, this is more likely to catch and hold the attention of stoned people, of which there will be many.
Meanwhile, the Sun is goading the garden into a full-steam-ahead-hyper-drive frenzy of growth.
By the Summer Solstice, the gardener’s hand is more or less defeated. Dill volunteers have popped up everywhere, green tomatoes festoon shaggy plants and the potato vines have already begun to die back.
This is such an edgy time of year. There is so much power it makes you wonder how we Sun-intoxicated mortals manage to remain upright under the weight of it all.