Calvary, Georgia, is a small town about 30 minutes from Doright Manor. Once a year they celebrate Mule Days with a parade and crafts show. A friend thought I might find the celebration amusing, so I set off on Saturday morning to explore.
I began to wonder if Mule Days was my kind of event as I neared the venue. There were confederate flags aplenty on either side of the highway, and an ample showing of Trump t-shirts and hats on scruffy looking rednecks. I’m not easily intimidated though, so I kept driving.
Once at the parking area, I realized that Mule Days draws folks from many miles away. I spotted cars with license plates from Alabama and Mississippi in addition to those from Georgia and Florida.
The walk from the parking lot to the actual Mule Days location was long, unpaved, and arduous. I was immensely proud of myself for having worn tennis shoes rather than my flip flops.
What I found as I made my way around the acres and acres property was a random mixture of Flea Market, garage sale, crafts, and food vendors.
I tried gator on a stick today. Honestly, it did taste just like chicken.
There was live music. ‘Nuff said.
I did find a small gem:
I’ll put chrysanthemums in this for my front courtyard area.
Chances are I’ll never go to Mule Days again, but given the throngs of people in attendance I doubt they’ll miss me.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 