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Postcards from Paradise #1

Postcards from Paradise

Every year in the fields
 behind my cottage
Stainsby Folk Festival Happens
It's  been going strong for over forty years,
sometimes the sun shines,
sometimes the wind blows,
sometimes it does nothing but rain.
It doesn't matter though
a peaceful community comes together.

It has become a family tradition, our grown kids and their friends 
camp in the garden
 it's a wonderful time of celebration.

All peace lovers Welcome!

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rebecca said…
joy, the pure joy of it all!!! thank you sue for taking me along on something that has graced your life all these years!
the memories, music, family and friends.
you have opened up a storm gate of love and i have been uplifted!!!

perfect postcards from paradise....
thank you friend from making the world closer.
27 February 2011 at 20:09
Miss Robyn said…
this is brilliant! grass roots. that is what we all need to do.
it inspires me to go to our local folk festival!
I am a peace lover.. I have it tattoed on my arm. did you see?
27 February 2011 at 21:05
Anonymous said…
What a perfectly wonderful postcard! Bringing your beautiful part of the world to us all!!
x..x
27 February 2011 at 21:50
Magical Mystical Teacher said…
As a P.S. on your postcard, I want to write: Wish I were there!
27 February 2011 at 22:35
Unknown said…
... and in your back yard too .... how wonderful!
27 February 2011 at 22:46
Sarah said…
What a lovely postcard! This looks like a great time for you and your friends and family.
27 February 2011 at 22:50
Leslie said…
looks like a lovely day... love the children with the sparklers!
27 February 2011 at 23:20
gma said…
I'd be there with bells on.
Looks like a wonderful celebration.
27 February 2011 at 23:21
deb did it said…
my heart has been hugged to be here with you.Thank you
27 February 2011 at 23:50
Noelle Clearwater said…
Absolutely perfect. This reminds me of so many festivals that we have here in Santa Barbara, particularly seeing the families and the groups with their instruments. It looks like such a lovely time. We have something called the Live Oak Festival here where people camp out for several days as well. It too has been going on for years. These are such important traditions. Thank you for sharing these beautiful scenes with us.
xoxo,
Noelle
28 February 2011 at 01:04
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