The Wildflower! Arts and Music Festival (a.k.a. the Richardson WildFlower Festival) is an event held annually in Richardson, Texas, and typically has a turn out of about 60,000 people. It began in 1993 as a small community event held in a local park in northeast Richardson, Texas, and got its name from the March through May celebration season when wildflowers blossom throughout the city. Having just celebrated its 20th anniversary in 2012, Wildflower! is now a three-day event attracting over 60,000 attendees and has grown to become one of North Texas’ most recognized and anticipated music festivals. The name Wildflower!, when referring to the festival, is always spelled with an exclamation point.
Completely produced and managed by the city of Richardson, Wildflower! is located a few minutes north of Dallas at Galatyn Parkway and US 75. Festival programming includes four outdoor and two indoor performance stages featuring local, regional and headliner bands, the Kidz Korner, strolling entertainers/buskers, interactive displays and exhibits, the Wild Marketplace, the award-winning Singer/Songwriter Contest and Stage, the Battle of the Bands competition, the Art Guitar Auction, the Budding Talent Competition, the Taste of Texas Food Garden, and the Wild Ride-a bike ride to benefit cancer research.
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“When tillage begins, other arts follow. The farmers, therefore, are the founders of human civilization.”
—Daniel Webster (1782–1852)
“Orpheus with his lute made trees
And the mountain tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing.
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.”
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
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—Laurence Stallings (1894–1968)