As previously noted several times, Team Wren’s Nest attended the Decatur Book Festival over the weekend.
Cool shirts, huh? And yes folks, Amelia really is that short.
When you get a booth at these festivals, it’s like 10′x10′, and kind of stuffy. So while everyone else is out enjoying the festival, you’re enjoying it from a prison cell.
This was more or less the view from our very own prison cell.
Things are just getting cranked up, and later in the afternoon the square was flooded with children, parents, and that guy who comes to all the festivals dressed in a hula skirt.
We made good use of our time, however, selling books and being cool, like we are.
(Outdoorsman Matt is doing most of the selling here.)
Meanwhile, we sent our storytellers out to ramble around and tell stories.
He looks like he’s choking himself, but it’s just a story, folks. During the morning, the shadiest spot was right here in front of Birdi’s. Everyone who had been walking along the shops on the square stopped to hear Donald. It was great.
Later that afternoon, the sun went behind the trees, and Akbar found a better spot–
Either Akbar (standing) or Curtis (sitting, in the red shirt) would start telling stories with about two people listening. By the end, everyone had gathered around.
Sure, the Decatur Book Festival is all about books. But even more so, it’s about telling stories. I’m glad we could take part. By the way, if you missed the festival, you can catch clips of our storytellers on the Wren’s Nest main page, just so we’re all up to speed.