Every year, the tiny town of Westmorland holds a celebration called the Honey Festival. Apparently the town refers to itself as the “Honey Capital of the World”, which seems like a bold claim considering its size, but I guess everyone wants to be known for something. Anyway, we trucked up there to see what all the buzz was about. (See what I did there?)
There were around fifty booths where locals were selling toys and trinkets and handmade crafts. Two of the booths sold honey, so they legitimized the Honey Festival name. There was apparently a spelling bee and some sort of essay-writing contest for kids, both of which we missed. We posed with a beekeeper’s uniform, because it seemed fitting:
It was fun to bump into some friends there.
Pepper bought a jar of honey; it just seemed like the right thing to do. After looking at all the booths, we headed over to the Westmorland Date Shake Shop, where they sell– you guessed it– dates. Oh, and they make shakes using dates. Here’s the huge sign outside their store explaining why dates are so amazing.
It was a fun way to spend a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Small towns are such fun.