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Lazy Sundays

March 7, 2011

Yesterday was the last day of the 11th Annual Zephyrhills Celtic Festival. We’ve been going for the past three years, and I look forward to it each year. It only lasts for one weekend, so if you want to go, you have to make time for it. It’s wonderful. The majority of the attendees go to spend time with their fellow Scottish clan members; they wear their clan tartan, their crests, their garb, all in celebration of their heritage. It’s lovely to see, really.

There’s live music, Highland Games, traditional Irish dancing, traditional food, Celtic jewelry, etc. We spent the day at the festival, which was held at a different venue from the previous two years, this year’s being on the grounds of the Dade City Pioneer Museum. It’s always a family friendly event and everyone’s welcome, whether or not you’re of Celtic ancestry.

We love the Pioneer Museum anyway, it’s so cool. They have multiple homes from the early days of Florida’s settlers, the grounds have huge mature trees so you can always find a nice shady spot to rest even when it’s hot. The people are so nice, and so helpful and full of interesting information. We met a rooster named Abner who hated me and loved everyone else (he growled at me when I pet him. For real.), we saw a traditional outhouse*, sat on the porch of a genuine General Store (the buildings weren’t open during the festival), and the bf informed me of his apparently many sugar cane processing pieces of equipment. Every day’s an adventure with that man, I’m telling you.

We met Highland Cows from the Running River Ranch that clearly wanted nothing to do with us and who had huge horns. Check out their website, they’re beautiful animals. No, the fur is not as soft as it looks. It has more of a wooly, coarse feel to it. They have lovely sweet faces, though. I bought Irish scones from an Irish guy, they’re blueberry. The bf doesn’t care for them but I do. Hopefully I’m not breaking some kind of rule about not putting strawberry cream cheese on scones, because that’s what I’m doing.

It had to change venues apparently because people were jumping over the fences to get in for free at the last location, and it’s more of a heritage festival than a Renaissance Fair (if you’ve ever been, you know the crowd that generally shows up to those is waaaaay different). I love the RenFests so I’m not knocking them, but this is not the same. People, if they wear the garb, are wearing period correct garb for their clan or from Florida’s pioneer days. There are no ‘wench’ costumes with a questionable amount of ladybits showing, no men in tights, no people dressed up as the bizarre amalgamation of what they think people wore in the Medieval times.

Maybe I love it so much because it’s subdued and calm. Anyway we had a blast and I’m already looking forward to next year’s.

*Interesting tidbit from yesterday: Do you know why outhouses had the moon and star cutouts? It’s a throwback from when most people were illiterate. The moon denoted that the outhouse was for women and the stars were for the men.

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