Larry and I just took a second stroll through the park to visit the Cedar Valley Arts Festival. It’s one of those things that I have memories of dating back most, if not all of my life. This year’s event was the 52nd annual, which means they had a few before I arrived on the scene. But I remember when it was tucked in the grounds of the park at Big Spring. I clearly remember filling a sand bottle when it was somewhere else — the city hall complex, maybe?
But the Arts Festival is just part of springtime in Cedartown. It’s also a great place to see friends old and new, and even a relative or two.
I think sometimes and wonder what life would be like if I’d moved somewhere else, opted for a bigger city or a different landscape, but then it seems like I run into one of my teachers at the grocery store or see a friend from high school and remember that this place is part of me.
And I’m happy for that. Happy to be home.