Artisan Festival at Fountain Hills

Saturday was a perfect day in the desert with just the right amount of clouds and sun, as we headed out to the

Fountain Hills Artisan Festival.

Right there in the parking lot we ran into this handsome fellow made completely out of junk!  His tail is made from a bumper from a car.

Good conformation!

Sweetest Face!

  Hooves of a working horse.

Yep, that’s an old washing machine smack dab in the middle of Mr. Horse. 

Those who chose to live in Fountain Hills don’t mind a rattlesnake or coyote in the yard.  Which is why I live in The Valley within the safety of the farming community;

Chihuahuas would make a nice morning snack!

There must have been hundreds of artisans set up along winding, twisting paths, treasures laid out beneath colorful umbrellas.  Funny how they frown upon taking photos of their work!  Guess they were not aware of my complete lack of artistic talent and inability to copy their lovely work. 

This little guy didn’t seem to mind my camera at all.

It was a delightful day in the just warm enough desert sun.  Plenty of food and beverage choices.  Just in case that witch from Weight Watcher’s On Line is reading, I had the stir fry veggie plate!

And a beer. . . . Ooops!

Every thirty minutes we were treated to the amazing site of the fountain rising from the desert.

The Perfect Day.