Apple Blossom. It's flower. It's the fragrance of one of Dawn's dish detergents. It was sung about by the Andrews Sisters and later by Barry Manilow. Here in Winchester, VA it is much, much more.
In 1924, the first year of the Apple Blossom Festival , apples were the livlihood for many of the residents of the area. Now, most of the orchards are gone leaving behind things named after apples; a mall, schools, numerous businesses, housing developments...
But the first full weekend in May, we still celebrate the apple with the Apple Blossom Festival. More than a festival, it is a quest; for the best parade seat, for the perfect funnel cake, to see which vendor sells fried Oreos, to get to another party you were invited to and hate to miss, to win yet another goldfish on the mid-way that will die before the next weekend, for a parking space,to get to the circus in time to see the elephants raise the tent, for a ticket to a sold out event, to actually speak to a celebrity, to get your little darling picked to be a princess and ride one of the floats, to find time to get to see/do/enjoy as much of the carnivalparadefoodmidwayconcertsfoodluncheon
dancecircusfoodfoodfood as possible.
To others, it is a quest to just find peace and quiet in all the madness.
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