My heritage is calling me again at the annual Greek Festival, which me and my son attended today. It always starts off with wonderful Greek food, which I think is one of the main reasons my son goes with me each year. ; ) The festival music is playing in the background, as we look at all the booths with their unique items to buy, some of them handmade with love. Walking into the church, we gaze and appreciate the art work that is very different from the paintings and art that I've ever seen. A hand carved alter was sent here all the way from Greece. We look at the assortment of desserts, which some of the recipes go back for hundreds of years. There are so many to choose from. Greek pastries can be rich, so we get a few different kinds and take bites from each. What could be better than baklava?.....the baklava cheesecake. Oh, it's something else. Another year marveling at the good people around me and their traditions. A feeling of love and hope comes over me, knowing I belong to them, as my Greek roots make us one.
There was a festival in my town, and I've always loved the ferris wheel, but as I get older, not so much. Lots of flowers at the rose garden right now, and the soft pink roses seem to be my favorite. My friend, Anne, loved this cinnamon streusel and bought seven boxes of them at the store, haha. She gave me one, and it was soooo good. I collect little trinkets - there's just something cute about small. I've been eating lots of grapefruit lately, and I got the taste for them from my dad who liked them as well. The birds are singing their song, and loudly, telling me that summer is on its way. Not my favorite season, as it gets hot here in the summers, but it has its loveliness just like the rest of them.